I celebrated Thanksgiving in an old-fashioned way. I invited everyone in my neighborhood to my house, we had an enormous feast, and then I killed them and took their land.
In all chaos there is a cosmos, in all disorder a secret order.
Gratitude is not only the greatest of virtues, but the paren't of all the others.
Once we accept our limits, we go beyond them.
In our age there is no such thing as 'keeping out of politics.' All issues are political issues.
When our eyes see our hands doing the work of our hearts, the circle of Creation is completed inside us, the doors of our souls fly open, and love steps forth to heal everything in sight.
I celebrated Thanksgiving in an old-fashioned way. I invited everyone in my neighborhood to my house, we had an enormous feast, and then I killed them and took their land.
In all chaos there is a cosmos, in all disorder a secret order.
Gratitude is not only the greatest of virtues, but the paren't of all the others.
Once we accept our limits, we go beyond them.
In our age there is no such thing as 'keeping out of politics.' All issues are political issues.
When our eyes see our hands doing the work of our hearts, the circle of Creation is completed inside us, the doors of our souls fly open, and love steps forth to heal everything in sight.