Nay-saying harpies are empty-headed echos that never find their ground.
Tag: love
Again.
Today.
Seeing that people love judgement.
And we need that judgement. That self-anointing tone assumed. Let it propel you. You know your page sequence and narrative light and architecture. Consider what others say, and that’s it. I’m not insisting you dismiss it, just bench. Life of late odd days is a riled instructional funnel. With an emboldening and encouraging nudge of…
It’s all here
to be written.
See only….
Don’t just judge situations as good or bad, light or dark, up or down…. all dualities and what comprises them compose opportunity. ELEVATION. Both dark times, and when you’re in perceived light, are elevating. See opportunity, see a climb, see more reason to love the Now.
Stay in the chair,
till you see your There.
Note
Self And everyone
Some people…
All they want to do is get to you. Sour your day, somehow. They do, then you allowed. Only hear enlivening notes.
note
The drawing board holds gems, it doesn’t hide them. Stay there, at your board…. Stay moving. Listen. Create. Self-educate.
