inspiration

Follow your bliss and let the magic of life happen.

Emotion is __ecognition_. When treasured moments are identified in the jungle of our personal history during a visual or aural encounter, we capture magic sparks from our past, arousing flashes of insight and revealing an inner flare. These instants of recognition may kindle enthralling emotion and fulfilling inspiration. (__hose journeys of love_)

Tonight I saw Jesus with the eyes on my face. He looks half lion and half man. But not more like a lion and not more like a man, rather the same, I have never seen anything like the face of Jesus before, %100 one thing but %100 another thing: a lion man!_ __here did you see Him at?_ __n the surface of my blanket as I lay in bed. He was suddenly drawn onto it, like a sketch, and that same moment I knew He was showing His face to me, finally._ __hy do you think He did that?_ __ think He thought it was about time.

Speaking with spiders and other things you call unusual... there's no special trick to it. When something catches your attention just keep your attention on it, stick with it 'til the end, and somewhere along the line there'll be weirdness.

When first I set eyes on The Isle of Wight Polar Bear, my world was filled, in that instant, with the magic and wonder of childhood - Suzy Davies, Author, "Snugs The Snow Bear

Forgotten hero was never the real hero, real hero can not be forgotten.

An act of kindness may take only a moment of our time, but when captured in the heart the memory lives forever.

Consult your memory to know what matters most in your life.

Sometimes I get the start of a story from a memory, an anecdote, but that gets lost and is usually unrecognizable in the final s

Music replays the past memories, awaken our forgotten worlds and make our minds travel.

Patience Pays..Is true! But the greater truth is that it takes advance payment before it pays you in return!

The Glory Is Always Hidden Between The Lines Of the Story

Every comforting word is a command from a man of action...While every word of command is commotion from a man of just words...

Portland was a dream both in the literal sense and the metaphorical sense, both tangible and not - a fleeting affair you want to hold on to but can't, so you try memorizing her every detail only to fail to do so in the consumption, in the savoring, in the absorbing of yourself into her. When she's gone, she comes to you in snippets, replaying in your mind like a fragmented picture show.

The fountain of youth resides in our memory. You will never outlive your shadow.

Nostalgia... the blessing of a merciful memory.

Grateful people are happy people. The more things you are grateful for, the happier you will be.

We are who we are because of what we learn and what we remember.