A man who seeks only the light, while shirking his responsibilities, will never find illumination. And one who keep his eyes fixed upon the sun ends up blind...''It doesn't matter what others think because that's what they will think, in any case. So, relax. Let the universe move about. Discover the joy of surprising yourself.''The master says: Make use of every blessing that God gave you today. A blessing cannot be saved. There is no bank where we can deposit blessings received, to use them when we see fit. If you do not use them, they will be irretrievably lost. God knows that we are creative artists when it comes to our lives. On one day, he gives us clay for sculpting, on another, brushes and canvas, or a pen. But we can never use clay on our canvas, nor pens in sculpture. Each day has it's own miracle. Accept the blessings, work, and create your minor works of art today. Tomorrow you will receive others.You are together because a forest is always stronger than a solitary tree, the master answered. 'The forest conserves humidity, resists the hurricane and helps the soil to be fertile. But what makes a tree strong is it's roots. And the roots of a plant cannot help another plant to grow. To be joined together in the same purpose is to allow each person to grow in his own fashion, and that is the path of those who wish to commune with God.If you must cry, cry like a child. You we're once a child, and one of the first things you learned in life was to cry, because crying is a part of life. Never forget that you are free, and that to show your emotions is not shameful. Scream, sob loudly, make as much noise as you like. Because that is how children cry, and they know the fastest way to put their hearts at ease. Have you ever noticed how children stop crying? They stop because something distracts them. Something calls them to the next adventure. Children stop crying very quickly. And that's how it will be for you. But only if you can cry as children do.If you are traveling the road of your dreams, be committed to it. Do not leave an open door to be used as an excuse such as, We'll, this isn't exactly what I wanted. Therein are contained the seeds of defeat. Walk your path. Even if your steps have to be uncertain, even if you know that you could be doing it better. If you accept your possibilities in the present, there is no doubt that you will improve in the future. But if you deny that you have limitations, you will never be rid of them. Confront your path with courage, and don't be afraid of the criticism of others. And, above all, don't allow yourself to become paralyzed by selfcriticism. God will be with you on your sleepless nights, and will dry your tears with His love. God is for the valiant.'Certain things in life simply have to be experienced and never explained. Love is such a thing.''There is a moment in every day when it is difficult to see clearly: evening time. Light and darkness blend, and nothing is completely clear nor completely dark.''But it's not important what we think, or what we do or what we believe in: each of us will die one day. Better to do as the old Yaqui Indians did: regard death as an advisor. Always ask: Since I'm going to die, what should I be doing now?'When we follow our dreams, we may give the impression to others that we are miserable and unhappy. But what others think is not important. What is important is the joy in our heart.There is a work of art each of us was destined to create. That is the central point of our life, and no matter how we try to deceive ourselves we know how important it is to our happiness. Usually, that work of art is covered by years of fears, guilt and indecision. But, if we decide to remove those things that do not belong, if we have no doubt as to our capability, we are capable of going forward with th
The biggest challenge facing the great teachers and communicators of history is not to teach history itself, nor even the lessons of history, but why history matters. How to ignite the first spark of the will othe wisp, the Jack olantern, the ignis fatuus foolish fire beloved of poets, which lights up one source of history and then another, zigzagging across the marsh, connecting and linking and writing bright words across the dark face of the present. There's no phrase I can come up that will encapsulate in a winning soundbite why history matters. We know that history matters, we know that it is thrilling, absorbing, fascinating, delightful and infuriating, that it is life. Yet I can't help wondering if it's a bit like being a Wagnerite; you just have to get used to the fact that some people are never going to listen.
Daddy didn't say anything for a minute or so, and then he reached up and caught a firefly as it glowed beside him. See this light? he asked me when the firefly lit up his hand.Yesr.That light is bright enough to light up a little speck of the night sky so a man can see it a ways away. That's what God expects us to do. We're to be lights in the dark, cold days that are this world. Like fireflies in December.Time meandered on without Gemmas momma and daddy, and it meandered on without Cy fuller and Walt Blevinsbut those of us left behind viewed life more dearly, felt it more keenly. I'd learned a bit more about God and I'd seen His powerful hands at work. As I was growing, my heart was changing. And the way I figured it, there we're lessons learned in those dark days that would help me for years to come.As I sat on the porch on that December day I leaned my head against the rail and sighed deeply. The way I figured it just then, my summer may have been full of bad luck, but my life wasn't. I figured as far as family went, I was one of the luckiest girls alive.