Most of the time we create out of chaos, not out of order



Everyone is an artist when they are free enough to let their inner self rejoice. However they may grace the world with enchantment in the form of a painting, a picture, a building – all works of art- there is no art as beautiful as what one makes of himself.



The most noble act we can ever undertake is the creation of
ourselves in the tempestuous cauldron of heartbreak and
disappointment. This is where a god or goddess is trying to
emerge



What more does God need to do to get our attention? In all of
life and existence is a hallowed fecundity. It is all magistrated
by our sensitivities


It is not a prerequisite for observing the beauty in life and nature to deny the unseemly for I know that the positives and negatives often
exist side by side. However, I also know that the apparent should not be allowed to obscure the best


When we apprehend so much mystery let us not wallow in our perplexities, but account them as an opportunity to breach the distance between our mortality and our divinity



What if the tempest which leads to heartbreak and disappointment flail against you when you are at your weakest and most vulnerable? And the questions pile up and loudly reverberate in your ears. It is then, my dear friend, when you need to remember the words of that most understanding poet, Maria Ranier Rilke: “Be patient of all that is unresolved in your heart, and learn to love the questions themselves, and someday you will live into the answers.”


Strength to face the shattering of our lives does not usually come
full-fruited. Initially we are prone to complain as we weep and sometimes we feel plunged into a pit of despair so deep we have to reach up to touch bottom. But, bear with it – it is only temporary –
and soon or late you will emerge more noble and more great than you were before



Our capacity to suffer is often a testimony of the godliness
in our humanness



The notion in our much therapized life that it should be
pain-free is a shallow notion that banalizes life. Some agonies
are sacred, and their demonstration is an indication that we