2016 . . . just a few more days.

So many people have been saying that 2016 was a doozy of a year! It was full, rich with the abundance of life's offerings in all its forms and with a few days of this epic year still afoot, I wonder: What's left for 2016 to fill it to the brim with love, light + care?

In my own world, I'm snuggling up under the covers with my favourite person, a candle might be lit, a few good films cued up, a cup of tea, my journal and pen scribbling away the whispers about new + exciting adventures on the horizon.


unravel to reveal.

For a seed to achieve its greatest expression, it must come completely undone. 
The shell cracks, its insides come out and everything changes.   
To someone who doesn't understand growth, it would look like complete destruction.

~ Marcel Proust 


the key.

What is needed, rather than running away or controlling or suppressing or any other resistance, is understanding fear; that means, watch it, learn about it, come directly into contact with it. We are to learn about fear, not how to escape from it.
~ Jiddu Krishnamurti


gratitude = happiness.

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In daily life we must see that it is not happiness that makes us grateful, but gratefulness that makes us happy.
~ Brother David Steindl-Rast



Hope is a state of mind, not a state of the world
Either we have hope within us or we don’t.
Hope is not a prognostication—it’s an orientation of the spirit.
You can’t delegate that to anyone else.
Hope in this deep and powerful sense is not the same as joy
when things are going well,
or the willingness to invest in enterprises
that are obviously headed for early success,
but rather an ability to work for something to succeed.
Hope is definitely NOT the same as optimism.
It’s not the conviction that something will turn out well,
but the certainty that something makes sense,
regardless of how it turns out.
It is hope, above all, that gives us strength to live
and to continually try new things,
even in conditions that seem as hopeless as ours do, here and now.
In the face of this absurdity, life is too precious a thing
to permit its devaluation by living pointlessly, emptily,
without meaning, without love, and, finally, without hope.
~ Vaclav Havel