Ever since we crawled out of that primordial slime, that’s been our unifying cry, “More light.” Sunlight. Torchlight. Candlelight. Neon, incandescent lights that banish the darkness from our caves to illuminate our roads, the insides of our refrigerators. Big floods for the night games at Soldier’s Field. Little tiny flashlights for those books we read under the covers when we’re supposed to be asleep. Light is more than watts and footcandles. Light is metaphor. Light is knowledge, light is life, light is light.
—Diane Frolov and Andrew Schneider

Gratitude’s Ripple Effect

I truly believe we can either see the connections, celebrate them, and express gratitude for our blessings, or we can see life as a string of coincidences that have no meaning or connection. For me, I’m going to believe in miracles, celebrate life, rejoice in the views of eternity, and hope my choices will create a positive ripple effect in the lives of others. This is my choice.
—Mike Ericksen

Stepping Out of Hiding

You see, coming out is not just for gay men and lesbians. It is not just about sexuality. It is about stepping out of hiding and presenting ourselves as who we are called to be. This can be the most ominous and terrifying element in our spiritual process, but the freedom it brings with it is immeasurable.

We hide in jobs we hate, in marriages that don’t satisfy us, and in addictions that threaten to destroy us. The number of closets where we can hide are countless. We pretend to have it all figured out, lest the neighbors discover that we struggle and experience fear, anxiety and rage. In a nutshell, we settle for lies, and what is worse, we are not kidding anyone, least of all ourselves. These closets have become home. The only locks on our closet doors are the ones we believe are there, and by changing our minds, we are freed.

—Darren Main, Spiritual Journeys along the Yellow Brick Road

Footprints on our Heart

Some people come into our lives and leave footprints on our hearts and we are never ever the same.

Some people come into our lives and quickly go—Some stay for awhile and embrace our silent dreams.

They help us become aware of the delicate winds of hope—and we discover within every human spirit there are wings yearning to fly.

They help our hearts to see that the only stairway to the stars is woven with dreams— and we find ourselves unafraid to reach high.

They celebrate the true essence of who we are—and have faith in all that we may become.

Some people awaken us to new and deeper realizations—for we gain insight from the passing whisper of their wisdom.

Throughout our lives we are sent precious souls—meant to share our journey however brief or lasting their stay they remind us why we are here. To learn—to teach— to nurture— to love

Some people come into our lives to cast a steady light upon our path and guide our every step their shining belief in us helps us to believe in ourselves.

Some people come into our lives to teach us about love—The love that rests within ourselves.

Let us reach out to others and feel the bliss of giving for love is far richer in action that it ever is in words.

Some people come into our lives and they move our souls to sing and make our spirits dance. They help us to see that everything on earth is part of the incredibility of life—and that it is always there for us to take of its joy.

Some people come into our lives and leave footprints on our hearts and we are never ever the same.

—Flavia Weedn