Inspirational Heathers Quotes

Never say 'I can't.' 'I can't' is a limit, and life is about breaking through limits. Say 'I will' instead.

Today and onwards, I stand proud, for the bridges I've climbed, for the battles I've won, and for the examples I've set, but most importantly, for the person I have become. I like who I am now, finally, at peace with me...

Taking personal accountability is a beautiful thing because it gives us complete control of our destinies.

I think that love is like candy." "I don't like candy either," I say. He smiles at me and shakes his head. "I think anyone who says they don't like candy just hasn't found the right flavor.

Pride is often used as a way to protect our hearts and to hide the truth. Pride causes us to shut down and build walls.

I am a creature of the Fey Prepare to give your soul away My spell is passion and it is art My song can bind a human heart And if you chance to know my face My hold shall be your last embrace. I shall be thy lover... I am unlike a mortal lass From dreams of longing I have passed I came upon your lonely cries Revealed beauty to your eyes So shun the world that you have known And spend your nights within my own. I shall be thy lover... You shall be known by other men For your great works of voice and pen Yet inspiration has a cost For with me know your soul is lost I'll take your passion and your skill I'll take your young life quicker still. I shall be thy lover... Through the kisses that I give I draw from you that I will live And though you think this weakness grand The touch of death your lover's hand Your will to live has come too late Come to my arms and love this fate I shall be thy lover... I am a creature of the Fey Prepare to give your soul away My spell is passion and it is art My song can bind a human heart And if you chance to know my face My hold shall be your last embrace.

You will never feel truly satisfied by work until you are satisfied by life.

I had the feeling she was going to say something big. One of us had to say it. What happened to us? Where are we going? It was like this silence between us was frozen and we were both feeling our way around it. How is it that two people can need each other so absolutely and then, in moments, not even know how to be next to each other and just be quiet?

My story was not the story of a girl's broken dreams: it was the story of a girl who couldn't be broken.

Our children want more than presents, that want our PRESENCE.

Be real, be imperfect, be uncool, be curious, and be open to one another.

That's the wonderful thing about the human heart, there's room enough for all kinds of love.

Knowledge is always one of the fiercest of advantages a lady can have.

Be just the balm you need to heal what ails you

Our weaknesses may never go away but when we give them to God, His grace will turn them into something beautiful...

I know it, but I'm going to let it go, because i'm the bigger person. Not literally but metaphorically as well. Because I believe what you put into the universe comes back at you times three, which is why I always try only to put good things, not horrible skinny bitch things, into the universe.

A hero lives forever for the ones who carry on.

Dreams do … not come true,” Picket whispered back. “Inspiring,” Emma said flatly. “That’s going in my book of Shuffler’s Collected Wisdom. I’m going to write it after the war—really show Heather who’s the true scribe.

A little bit closer to the stars, anything seemed possible.

Sacrifice for a worthy cause means something. It's the best of what makes us human.

But sweetie, letting go is the only way you can fly.

Repotting a plant gives it space to grow. Repotting ourselves means taking leave of our everyday environments and walking into unfamiliar territory—of the heart, of the mind and of the spirit. It isn’t easy. The older we get, the more likely we are to have remained in the same place for some time. We stay because it’s secure. We know the boundaries and, inside of them, we feel safe. Our roots cling to the walls we have long known. But remaining inside can keep us from thriving. Indeed, without new experiences or ideas, we slowly grow more and more tightly bound, eventually turning into less vibrant versions of who we might have been. Repotting means accepting that the way is forward, not back. It means realizing that we won’t again fit into our old shells. But that’s not failure. That’s living.

God didn't send His only Son to die on the cross so that we can hide behind our guilt, shame, and pride.

Life isn't about how comfortable I can be it is about learning how to get comfortable with being uncomfortable

If we can learn to love one another and lift each other up, then we will not fall, no matter the assault the enemy might bring.

As a strongman becomes more and more destructive, followers’ loyalty only increases. Having begun to treat their perceived enemies badly, they need to believe their victims deserve it. Turning against the leader who inspired such behavior would mean admitting they had been wrong and that they, not their enemies, are evil. This, they cannot do.

We have to believe that forgiveness is still possible even if those we committed crimes against will not forgive us. It means what matters most is how we live now. It's what redemption is all about.

Did you realize you were capable of inspiring affection in others?" "Only narcissists and layabouts, I thought." He leaned back, a smile playing on his mouth. "You know, Em, you could make life so much easier for yourself if you tried to be liked once in a while.

Belief is Key.

We're fighting for a dream, for a life unlike anything we've ever known.

If we don't fight, we've already lost. Without hope, without trying, there's no point.

Having something to fight for will make us stronger than anything they can throw at us.

Trying to go through life on our own, is like fumbling around in the dark... God sent Jesus to light the way.

Friends, like pianos, need frequent tuning. You are in the right key when you sing the praises of others. —HEATHER MACGREGOR

What would life be if we didn't shake and wake ourselves up once and a while

You see your world reflected in a mirror, but I have another mirror I look into mine, and I see a world that will bring yours down.

I tell myself: This time could be different. I rationalize: It's not like the past can be changed. I fear: I lost everything before. And yet... I hope.

Militaries torture children to ‘keep people safe’ and corporations destroy the environment to ‘give you jobs’.

Choosing to lock yourself up in a life that doesn't suit you is its own sort of death, wouldn't you say?

The only way to prevent pride from taking root in our heart and our life is to embrace a life filled with faith, understanding, and forgiveness.

They think the only road is where they're heading, but you and I were meant to sail upon the sea.

Celebrate one soul, touch one heart, light one lamp; and the whole universe moves.

We each bring our own unique beauty to the world, and how blessed we are to have the freedom to find that beauty in each other.

For the first time since I was stupid enough to let you go, there is nothing but fear standing in our way. Be brave with me, Spence.

To question is to grow.

The good Lord has a way of turnin' all the bad stuff on its head and redeemin' it in some way.

His asking was preceded by his doing. The maker does not ask more of us than he himself was willing to give.

We can best honor our dead by livin' well. Moving' forward dusna mean y love them any less. It just means ye're still alive.

Get healthy, get strong, get educated and informed, and start contributing to your own governance.

She knew there was something amazing about something - someone - who celebrated you, always, and how rare that was: how endless that is, and how beautiful it could be.

Sometimes we must laugh at the memories that might otherwise defeat us.

I see life as a waste. You grow up. Get a job. Have a family. Retire. Then die. But there's one thing worth living for and that's love and it always will be. It will be happiness with someone you can't live without. Someone to have silly arguments with and laugh about. Someone you can grow old with. Someone to recognize your scars and understand them. That's how I see life

His hot and bothered body of sweat felt refreshing against my flesh, like the water beads on a frosty Mason jar of lemonade the summer of my first blush with self-rule and release, even though it was February.

And it is customary for those who uphold this absolute form of secretive tyrannical rule to call people like me anarchists, but if all anarchy means is there are no absolute rulers or centralized authority, then shouldn’t that be a basic tenet of a democracy?

I am a child of Alban’s earth Her ancient bones brought me to birth Her crags and islands built me strong My heart beats to her deep wild song. I am the wife with bairn on knee I am the fisherman at sea I am the piper on the strand I am the warrior, sword in hand. White Lady shield me with your fire Lord of the North my heart inspire Hag of the Isles my secrets keep Master of Shadows guard my sleep. I am the mountain, I am the sky I am the song that will not die I am the heather, I am the sea My spirit is forever free.

I think it is a sad tragedy that in this world, we so many times forget a person when they are alive and only remember them when they are gone. Far better to remember them when you can see their face and hear their voice and cherish the person rather than just cherish a memory.

It's funny how the practice of such simple, ancient skills can put one at ease.

If you lose your way, you will lose only yourself, but if you lose the path, you will lose everything you never knew you had

Our pride keeps us from breaking our pride. Our pride tells us we don't have pride issues.

The Universe is Listening ~ Give it a Shout OUT!

What whispers from the center of the soul is an innocence—so loving, so pure, so divine—that the sage bows and the wise man weeps at the sound of its soft singing.

What I know is nothing but that we are a spring path of autumn light carved into a river of ancient singing.

A message from Love: Write my name in silent script upon your heart; and then… go anywhere, and be what you have written.

There is a time when the soul closes its eyes and kneels before its own divinity; and a time when it rises and looks out in wonder at the beauty of the world.

Those who lead us to our sacred selves walk not before us, but beside.

Every shining jewel comes from a crushing it never knew it could survive. There's good waiting for you.

We don’t love because we first loved ourselves - we love because He first loved us. (1 John 4:19)

It doesn’t matter who we are or where we’ve been, God sent His Son for us – that’s the beauty of the Gospel.

Learn from the past, Embrace the future, and Live in the moment!

Time and again the maker has used the small, seemingly weak vessels of his creation to confound the mighty. I'd say He takes particular pleasure in such incongruence.

When we seem to have no choice, we can trust the maker has made the right one for us.

Forgiveness costs a great deal but it has its own rewards. Bitterness keeps taking from your loss until you're hollow and empty.

When you nearly lose your life or the life of someone you love, your priorities do some seismic shifting.

Loving someone means being happy, inspired, contented, sad and broken.

Each of us has to find her own path and stick to it no matter what.

There are so many things in life I hope to experience and attend, but so many more I'm hoping that I miss.

I'll try to turn the other cheek....But I've only got two and they're both stinging.

I'm more interested in lookin' forward than back. The past is done and there's no changin' it.

Naomi knew she should pray... Instead, she put her face in her hands and wept with all the force of a bursting dam.

It's been much harder to forgive myself. My mistake was like a pebble dropped in a pond. The ripple effect has impacted everyone I love.

Maybe, now and then, we have to give up a portion of our kingdoms--the things we hold dearest--to find what it is God wants for us.

Remember your dreams. Jot them down, for they may be your next inspiration.

When your right to communicate is interrupted by those who would be your voice, your face or your representative, you are being subjected to the governance of another.

Power is never benevolent and never inert. Where it exists in great excess, atrocities always exist in great excess as well.

Beware of your contribution to the growing banality of evil lest you yourself become a cog in the machinery of terror.

And though she'd always liked reading about faraway places, wasn't it also nice, she asked, to have somebody make you see all the beautiful things right under your nose?

We can tell the revolution has failed every time we look around and see the fraternity sitting astride the ideals of the voiceless and promising to ride them to a different place this time.

The first right of any person in any society must be the right to communicate. Without communication there is no way to safeguard our other rights or for us to participate fully in a society.

The answer to the riddle posed by identity groups is that they are one entity and their identity is that of their ideal. There can be no shared identity among people, as each person is unique.

Today I'm aware of all the times I have said no to opportunities God has placed before me because I think I'm not rich enough, equipped enough, talented enough, strong enough, or crazy enough to say yes. All the times I have mistaken good things for bad. All the times I have allowed the opinions of an ignorant majority to guide my thinking instead of looking to Jesus and his heart in the matter. I wonder how many times we, his children, choose a comfortable no over a terrifying yes - the kind of yes that will lead us to the only place we should ever long to be: in the arms of Jesus.

That we do not know is beautiful; that we want to know is the reason for the journey; that we will know is certain— As certain as starlight; as certain as sky; as certain as the path of songs beneath our feet.

The world we live in is still mostly governed by a ponzi scheme of power, wealth and celebrity. Those at the top of the ponzi scheme are standing on nothing but the world’s acceptance of their right to be there.

Guilt is a powerful emotion, and I want to ask God to forgive you. Give Him your guilt and shame. There's nothing you've done that Jesus' shed blood on the cross doesn't cover. He loves you, Mom, and I love you too.

What is the difference between a terrorist and a soldier? The actions are now identical, both act to produce terror, so probably the only standing difference is that terrorists are non-government agencies. Remember that.

Tear filled eyes glisten in the firelight. She’s so fucking beautiful that it hurts to look at her, but it’s an ache I hope to feel for as long as I live, because the pain of losing her again...that I don’t think I’d survive.

Governance to me is action not an organization. It is something people have to just do. It is only after governance by the people is established that politicians can be lobbied into supporting it until it makes them obsolete.

In a war as huge as this, there will be many, many, leaders, in every location and aspect of the war. This is not a war for followers. It is the responsibility of each person to become as educated, informed and healthy as possible if you are to make a contribution.

Wars are told from the point of view of arms dealers and politicians, disasters are interpreted by NGO’s, most issues are never covered at all. Official channels decide what will or will not be revealed and media are rewarded for their obedience by access to more official information.

The pale morning sun filters through the forest canopy around us. I imagine my dewy rosebush soaking it up, photosynthesizing like crazy. The coo of a mourning dove echoes, somehow soothing my heart. Sometimes I feel so entangled with the West Virginia seasons, it's like I'm breathing through them.

It doesn't take long until the people themselves have used their energy and creativity to create a reality around them, inspired only by what was expired by those at the top. By then it is too late. Literal and figurative walls have been built and limits have been placed on everyone's potential, like the walls of an ancient city.

I am not fully forged yer - my metal is still glowing red-hot, being shaped and molded, but I know what sort of sword I want to be now. You are still in the fires, Abandoned, still malleable. Who knows what sort of sword you will become? You have time to craft yourself, to forge your own shape. And you will be stronger than you thought you could be. -Amy Ewing

She let her mind drift, thinking about new lingerie designs, wishing she'd brought along her sketchpad. Inspiration could strike at the most inconvenient times--in the shower, in the car, on this road--but she was grateful it was with her again, an old companion with whom she was getting reacquainted, pleased to find they could take up where they'd left off, as if there'd been no estrangement at all.

I believe that good people often do nothing because they cannot do everything. Because we are led to believe that our contribution is insignificant, we fail to contribute at all. But changing the world does not require that you possess the power to halt global injustice at the snap of fingers. Lao Tzu, philosopher and founder of Taoism, said that "a journey of a thousand miles begins with a single step.

Many argue that individual action doesn't matter in an issue as global and enormous as the climate crisis. They are wrong. Individual actions matter, but perhaps not in the way you think. You alone will not solve the climate crisis. Neither will I. But if you intentionally live a more sustainable life and connect with your community about your practice of One Green Thing, you can build momentum for culture change to shift policy.

Authoritarians rise when economic, social, political, or religious change makes members of a formerly powerful group feel as if they have been left behind. Their frustration makes them vulnerable to leaders who promise to make them dominant again. A strongman downplays the real conditions that have created their problems and tells them that the only reason they have been dispossessed is that enemies have cheated them of power. Such leaders undermine existing power structures, and as they collapse, people previously apathetic about politics turn into activists, not necessarily expecting a better life, but seeing themselves as heroes reclaiming the country. Leaders don’t try to persuade people to support real solutions, but instead reinforce their followers’ fantasy self-image and organize them into a mass movement. Once people internalize their leader’s propaganda, it doesn’t matter when pieces of it are proven to be lies, because it has become central to their identity. As a strongman becomes more and more destructive, followers’ loyalty only increases. Having begun to treat their perceived enemies badly, they need to believe their victims deserve it. Turning against the leader who inspired such behavior would mean admitting they had been wrong and that they, not their enemies, are evil. This, they cannot do.

The revolutionaries are the Anonymous Cloud. You know them too. These are the people who have caused every successful revolution the world has ever seen. They have been likened to a flock of birds, a group of individuals who happen to decide all at the same time to head in the same direction. Some split off, in groups or singly, some are shot, but the flock will continue. If the entire flock is captured, a new flock will form. The idea is the thing, and if the idea is right it will survive.

Never play the princess when you can be the queen: rule the kingdom, swing a scepter, wear a crown of gold. Don’t dance in glass slippers, crystal carving up your toes -- be a barefoot Amazon instead, for those shoes will surely shatter on your feet. Never wear only pink when you can strut in crimson red, sweat in heather grey, and shimmer in sky blue, claim the golden sun upon your hair. Colors are for everyone, boys and girls, men and women -- be a verdant garden, the landscape of Versailles, not a pale primrose blindly pushed aside. Chase green dragons and one-eyed zombies, fierce and fiery toothy monsters, not merely lazy butterflies, sweet and slow on summer days. For you can tame the most brutish beasts with your wily wits and charm, and lizard scales feel just as smooth as gossamer insect wings. Tramp muddy through the house in a purple tutu and cowboy boots. Have a tea party in your overalls. Build a fort of birch branches, a zoo of Legos, a rocketship of Queen Anne chairs and coverlets, first stop on the moon. Dream of dinosaurs and baby dolls, bold brontosaurus and bookish Belle, not Barbie on the runway or Disney damsels in distress -- you are much too strong to play the simpering waif. Don a baseball cap, dance with Daddy, paint your toenails, climb a cottonwood. Learn to speak with both your mind and heart. For the ground beneath will hold you, dear -- know that you are free. And never grow a wishbone, daughter, where your backbone ought to be.

Once people internalize their leader’s propaganda, it doesn’t matter when pieces of it are proven to be lies, because it has become central to their identity. As a strongman becomes more and more destructive, followers’ loyalty only increases. Having begun to treat their perceived enemies badly, they need to believe their victims deserve it. Turning against the leader who inspired such behavior would mean admitting they had been wrong and that they, not their enemies, are evil. This, they cannot do.

Roosevelt had inspired Americans to return to honest public men, and after decades of shirking and evasion of their civic duty, Americans had begun “to look at themselves and their institutions straight; to perceive that Firecrackers and Orations once a year, and selling your vote or casting it for unknown nobodies, are not enough attention to pay to the Republic.’’ To celebrate this new, principled America, Wister had written The Virginian. “If this book be anything more than an American story, it is an expression of American faith.

Psychologists and philosophers created a world where anxiety, fear and struggle are the norm, where happiness and peace are impossible to attain or available only to the most adept after long torment, and where existence is, above all, futile. In this world, people must constantly struggle with and repress what is supposedly their true nature for an end that is, at best, an abstract morality. Any outside assistance is impossible as all interpersonal interactions are also a continual existential struggle. Every outside person can only be the subject or the subjugated in this world, and all love is simply object desire. Existence here has no joy, no connection and no purpose. The happy ending is death.

50. Keep Grounded When was the last time you ventured into the great outdoors? I mean really ventured, where you set out into the unknown with just a map and compass, backpack and sleeping bag - the sort of venturing that makes your heart beat faster. Have you experienced the hypnotic patter of rain on your tent, the clear call of an owl or the rustling of the wind through the leaves at night? It’s a feeling of absolute freedom and belonging - a chance to reconnect with both ourselves and planet Earth. At night in the outdoors is also a reminder that the best things in life aren’t things. Money can’t buy the quiet calm that comes from sitting beside a mountain stream as it ‘tinkles’ through the rock and heather. Money can’t buy the inspiration that you feel sat on a clifftop above the pounding of the ocean surf as it hits the rocks far below. You can’t bottle feelings like that. And sitting around a campfire under a sky of stars is the most ancient and wonderful of human activities. It reminds us of our place in the world, and in history - and it’s hard not to be humbled. These sorts of simple activities cost so little yet they give us precious time to be ‘still- - time to reconnect, to clear our heads of the dross, to remind ourselves of our dreams and to see things in the perspective they often require. We all need that regularly in our lives - more than you might imagine.

When many people become bonded into one self, as an endogroup, an artificial person is created as an ideal. This endogroup ideal, or endo-ideal becomes the group. Its identity is adopted by every member of the group and the individuals also become the endogroup. The group identity subsumes the self for all except the endo-ideal, creating a special subset of reality which here we will call an endoreality.

Dismantling power is an urgent necessity, but creating replacement structures is far more urgent.

It is not revolution we need, another turn of the same wheel along the same path, it is resistance.

It is not enough to remove oppressors, the system of oppression must be dismantled.

I am whole. I am powerful. I am divine. I am enough.

Living and breathing is not safe under a totalitarian dictatorship. The only way to keep yourself safe is to remove the totalitarian dictatorship.

I knew why I had felt empty before: I needed to be true to myself and my calling. Being myself–and chasing my dreams–was enough.

Alexandre Dumas, also in the audience, wrote that Shakespeare arrived in France with the “freshness of Adam’s first sight of Eden.” Fellow attendees Eugène Delacroix, Victor Hugo, and Théophile Gautier, along with Berlioz and Dumas, would create works inspired by those seminal evenings. The Bard’s electrifying combination of profound human insight and linguistic glory would continue catapulting across national borders to influence poets, painters, and composers the world over, as no other writer has done. Yet the UCLA English department—like so many others—was more concerned that its students encounter race, gender, and disability studies than that they plunge headlong into the overflowing riches of actual English literature—whether Milton, Wordsworth, Thackeray, George Eliot, or dozens of other great artists closer to our own day. How is this possible? The UCLA coup represents the characteristic academic traits of our time: narcissism, an obsession with victimhood, and a relentless determination to reduce the stunning complexity of the past to the shallow categories of identity and class politics.

Today remind yourself that you can handle this. Know that you are going to be okay.

The politicians will try to separate us.

we miss the joy of new seasons when we continue grieving the old ones.

Only those who have walked through darkness know the precious fragility of the light.

I am a creature of the Fey Prepare to give your soul away My spell is passion and it is art My song can bind a human heart And if you chance to know my face My hold shall be your last embrace. I shall be thy lover... I am unlike a mortal lass From dreams of longing I have passed I came upon your lonely cries Revealed beauty to your eyes So shun the world that you have known And spend your nights within my own. I shall be thy lover... You shall be known by other men For your great works of voice and pen Yet inspiration has a cost For with me know your soul is lost I'll take your passion and your skill I'll take your young life quicker still. I shall be thy lover... Through the kisses that I give I draw from you that I will live And though you think this weakness grand The touch of death your lover's hand Your will to live has come too late Come to my arms and love this fate I shall be thy lover... I am a creature of the Fey Prepare to give your soul away My spell is passion and it is art My song can bind a human heart And if you chance to know my face My hold shall be your last embrace.

Plath had been inspired by an article she had read in the Writer’s Yearbook, advising her to think of herself as a woman first, and a writer second—otherwise, every rejection would throw her “into depression.” If she identified herself too closely with her craft, the failures would seem like “grievous wounds” to her sense of “personal worth.

inspired a mocking determination to give Hughes what he “wanted”—a cold, cruel, childless muse to whom he must sacrifice himself.

Have a Master Plan for your life when you know the Master's Plan"-from "Why the Bible Makes Life Make Sense: Pursuing a Purposeful Life with a Biblical Perspective

If Klee led Plath further into the rococo labyrinth she meant to escape, Giorgio de Chirico led her out. Plath’s most successful art poem from this period was “The Disquieting Muses,” inspired by an abstract, surrealist painting of that title by de Chirico—“three terrible, faceless dressmakers’ dummies in classical gowns,

I have often said I don’t dream. I realize that everyone dreams, but I don’t remember my dreams!

Writing is a physical art. And writing a book is a lot more like making a complex sculpture out of bronze than writing a whole bunch of reports. What's in your head does not count, not for sculpture, not for book writing. Pencil on paper is what matters. Words on paper, pages and pages, chapter after chapter.

When life knocks us down, God CAN put us back together again. He can meet us in our brokenness and restore us to something even more glorious than we were before we were shattered.

I want to be humbled. I want to meet people more messed up than I am. I want to get lost and come out the other end having no idea who I am.

We cannot leave, but that does not mean we will stay—stay in the same place in the same system that profits from recycling us at the bottom. We will disrupt it. Build our own space that will swallow bits and pieces of theirs. We were waiting for permission, waiting for the Darkness to acknowledge our worth, but we’ve always had the power to make it come to be.

I AM AN OLD NOBODY AND I LOVE WHAT I DO

That we do not know is beautiful; that we want to know is the reason for the journey; that we will know is certain—as certain as starlight; as certain as sky; as certain as the path of songs beneath our feet.

It is in the last step that one finds the unfathomable beginning; it is in the aloneness that one discovers himself never alone; it is in the deep silence that one hears the hidden music—the chant of eternity, the illuminated whisper of love.

No man is his costume; it is only what he wears to the dance.

We are the instruments of genius, yet more the rhythm and less the drum as each expanding beat arises.

The Law-of-Destination is straightforward and simple: It is not possible to arrive where we never take the time to go.

Life is its own occasion; it does not need a reason to celebrate itself.

When she was a child, she'd often wondered about the old manor. Some said the place was haunted, but she thought it mysterious. Sometimes when she was a girl, she would wander through the wrought-iron gate along Ladenbrooke's stone wall. The fragrance from flowers on the other side captivated her along with the beauty of the gardens. The butterflies reminded her of the fairies she'd loved as a child and, when she was older, of the fairies dancing through the magical garden in 'A Midsummer Night's Dream.' Shakespeare was born forty miles from here. In Stratford-upon-Avon. Perhaps the gardens in the Cotswolds inspired him as they once inspired her.

Who has inspired you? And who do you inspire? We all make a difference. Never underestimate the power of one. One person. One smile. One word. One dream. One challenge. One percent. One public display of affection.

Laura's mind was already racing with the creative possibilities presented to her. She whipped out her sketchbook and started to work away with a stump of charcoal, trying to capture the sweep of the hills and the patterns made by the blocks of light and dark. She half closed her eyes, the better to appreciate the variations in tone and depth. She was astonished to find just how brash and vivid and wonderfully discordant colors in nature could be. At this time of year there was no sense that things were attempting to blend or mingle or go unseen. Every tree, bush, and flower seemed to be shouting out its presence, each one louder than the next. On the lower slopes the leaves of the aged oak trees sang out, gleaming in the heat. On every hill bracken screamed in solid swathes of viridian. At Laura's feet the plum purple and dark green leaves of the whinberry bushes competed for attention with their own indigo berries. The kitsch mauve of the heather laughed at all notions of subtlety. She turned to a fresh page and began to make quick notes, ideas for a future palette and thoughts about compositions. She jotted down plans for color mixes and drew the voluptuous curve of the hills and the soft shape of the whinberry leaves.

Leaders who focus on meeting their teammates where they are and find ways to inspire the greatness within them will have crazy success in keeping them for the long haul and getting plenty of good employee referrals along the way.

Thinking back on my long career as a customer-facing leader, I was most successful when I met my customers where they were. I focused on what inspired them and how I could ignite that inspiration in order to keep them engaged and retain them. Employees are no different.

I was also thinking about right here and now, surrounded by you, my friends, and Ava – how laughter in the moment fosters hope, conveys happiness, and inspires love.

...when all the bullshit about rational, divinely inspired social order is put to one side, Roman law was all about defining and protecting property rights...

When you're at rock bottom, strap on a different pair of boots and start climbing - The New Mrs D

Lose it for yourself, if you want to, but not for anyone else.

The reality of our connection is a new story for the whole of civilization, and operating from the wisdom of relatedness is a radical act. It is the stuff of peaceful revolution and lasting transformation.

In exchanges like these, I was stumbling across a cultural pill, one that stuck in my throat and wouldn’t go down. It said: Bodily difference is charming so long as it doesn’t interfere with Normal. Or if it does interfere with Normal—if it is a Disability—it’s charming so long as it becomes history, a tale to offer as inspiration rather than a real life to live. Disability is okay if it’s overcome.

If I didn't learn to be anxious for nothing, I might jeopardize everything.

Wie één leven redt, redt de hele wereld

Our ability to embrace science is hindered entirely by men who would deny the possibility of impossible things.

Never be too proud to look for inspiration in everyday life. At its worst, life can be daunting, painful, and mundane. But pushing through to create a story of one's choosing is a rewarding experience.

All ideas, no matter how grand or plain, deserve a chance to be created.

Althea didn’t believe in love potions. She thought they were manipulative, so she sold Heather the Assurance oil instead, to dab on her wrists. It’s a combination of cedar and carnation oils, used to inspire confidence. Not a sedative, and not remotely poisonous. But my grandmother told you all of that.

Keep walking through the storm. Your rainbow is waiting on the other side.

Against this cultural backdrop, it’s not hard to understand why Banksy’s Dismaland was painted by its critics as naïve, reductive, repetitive, and deeply uncool, another act of ego-driven attention-seeking. Ben Luke of the London Evening Standard proclaimed that Banksy’s Dismaland was “mostly selfie-friendly stuff, momentarily arresting, quickly forgotten—art as clickbait.” Others emphasized its pointlessness. “[I]f Banksy has the money to make an entire theme park, WHY NOT JUST USE IT TO HELP PEOPLE!?” squawked John Trowbridge of The Huffington Post. Banksy could “fund a school in Africa” or “make a video encouraging the youth to be positive and engaged.” Has there ever been a more Disneyfied vision of what it takes to change the world? Ignore all the bad stuff out there and post a super-inspiring video to YouTube instead.

Are you fishing well?

In some ways the men at Attica couldn’t believe that the head of the entire New York State Department of Correctional Services was coming to talk with them. They hoped that the recent rebellions at Auburn and in New York City jails had taught officials like Oswald a lesson—that prisoners would never stop demanding to be treated as human beings. They wanted him to see the wisdom of really listening to prisoners rather than ignoring their needs. As inspiring as it was to read the broader critiques of injustice found in George Jackson’s Soledad Brother: The Prison Letters of George Jackson, Eldridge Cleaver’s Soul on Ice, or in Mao’s Little Red Book—which Attica’s prisoners read and discussed passionately—they also prayed that having Oswald’s ear might net them needed changes now.

There is no villain in my story- just the unfolding of my identity and knowing that I am worth something.

The climate emergency is the biggest challenge of our time, and we all have a unique role to play. Everyone is needed, and everyone is welcome. Come as you are. Start here. Start now. Discover and apply your Service Superpower. Let's be part of the solution, together.

Stepping out of eco-anxiety into action takes more than hope. It's about courage. Acknowledge the feelings of stress and despair, lean into compassion, and commit to action every day. Stand up for the next generation and our shared future.

Pain before blessing. Dark before light. Sadness before joy. All good things come in time.

You will need to increase the number of eggs and liquid when using coconut flour. The general ratio rule I follow is 1/2 cup (60 g) coconut flour plus 5 eggs plus 1/2 cup (120 ml) coconut milk (or other liquid). This ratio will vary depending on the other ingredients in the recipe; for example, if the recipe calls for mashed bananas, the bananas will add extra moisture to the batter, so you’ll need to reduce another liquid, say coconut milk, by 1/4 cup (60 ml). And if I’m adding cacao powder to a recipe, I usually adjust the flour down a little or increase the liquid slightly because cacao powder also absorbs moisture. Break Up Lumps. Coconut flour tends to be clumpy, so sifting the flour before mixing it into a recipe will help you avoid finding clumps in your baked goods. I tend to place my batters in a food processor, which helps break down the clumps without having to sift the flour. Store It Dry. Coconut flour is best if stored at room temperature in your pantry.

Never give up! Just keep on pushing forward and you will break through!

Could he really want a relationship with a woman who was at the point in life of trading beauty for wisdom?

I am what I am... but for the first time in my life, I'm sorry for it.

The future of journalism is in a stigmergic mesh network of amplifiers, investigators and activists who can filter and fact check news in real time, combine it with investigative global knowledge resources and create appropriate local and / or global action. The future is in collaborative investigators sharing knowledge to map everything we need to know to govern ourselves. The future is in activism and aid requested directly by the people who require it and responded to directly by the people who can provide it. The future is in the right and ability of every single person to broadcast their own voice and call for amplification when needed. The future of journalism is in all of us.

Kindess is the twin sister of joy - we cannot have one without the other.

Kindness is the twin sister of joy - we cannot have one without the other.

Imagine what it would be like to be released from our biggest worries and to run free. It can happen. Choose God.

The establishment is the Military Industrial Complex (MIC) . You know them, these are your banks, the government you elected, the big businesses, the lackey media and the organized crime. You know them, maybe you trust them, you may have started feeling a little, or more than a little, uneasy about them in the past decade or several.

Most of you have probably noticed that most of the world is already at war, has been for a very long time, and there does not seem to be an end in sight or any plans for an end. But some people still have not noticed that this is not a Muslims vs. Christians war, or a United States vs. the world war, it is a war of the MIC against the general populace. This is a war where the populace is kept sickly, ignorant, desperate and above all fearful to keep them from rising up against the MIC. The tools used are drugs (legal and illegal), poor nutrition, environmental hazards, misinformation, blocked access to good information, poverty, stress, crime and, above all, war. The weapons against them will be information, solidarity, good health, great optimism, and mass participation in every aspect of government.

A self is not consciousness and a self is not life. A self is the unique positioning of an individual relative to society. Self is a wholly social creation.

The field of psychology has been less than successful at explaining human behaviour. It has been far less successful at establishing a normative ideal for human development.

At the same time that women saw their own bodies turned into workhouses to enslave them and lost autonomy over their own bodies, the trade economy made all work not traded to the powerful for a wage unrecognized.

While a capitalist who invests in anything that produces income is entitled to a return on investment, women who produced the entire work force are entitled to none.

In order to create a class war against a population which was not an abstract thought but the family members and social structure men lived with daily, differences between men and women had to be exaggerated and presented as the result of evil.

Men had autonomy through land replaced by autonomy through wages and women were now unpaid slaves or, sometimes thanks to new abolition of laws against rape of the lower classes, prey.

A heretic who recanted was made to embroider a bundle of sticks (a faggot) to their sleeve in reminder of the fire they had escaped and may yet suffer. The term once used against argumentative women is now used as a pejorative against homosexuals, the other targeted practitioners of non-reproductive sex.

Institutionalization and professionalization allowed control of the sources of knowledge by the men of the dominant social classes, a situation still true today. What is billed as The Birth of Modern Medicine was really the death of all women’s knowledge and most importantly, the death of women’s control over their own reproductive destinies.

The creation of officially sanctioned knowledge removed ownership of knowledge from women and indigenous societies and placed it all under rigid capitalist control. Practices which had been used and tested for centuries were not considered official or tested until the Great Men approved and claimed ownership of them.

The first step to creating a patriarchal society was removing matrilineal power from women.

Worker’s movements centre around waged workers and men’s rights activists insist more men die on the job because the occupational hazards of childbirth and marriage aren’t considered jobs.

A weed is a strong plant thriving where those in power do not want it. A witch is a strong person thriving where those in power do not want them.

The church and capitalists responded to the rising egalitarian threat by creating a hierarchy which demonized women to divide the previously united peasants. Where all had previously worked together in a society, waged labour created class warfare and a new master-servant relationship between men and women.

Whatever you do in life, be intentional, be committed, and be effective.

Be the difference in someone's life that you know you can make.

A person who interprets another’s voice instead of amplifying it is assuming control over the originator.

Horizontal governance does not mean no one gets a voice, it means everyone does.

A person or group who attempts to suppress the voices of others is attempting to seize control.

While it was once possible to simply identify people in relation to a more powerful figure, as assistant, wife, staff, servant, serf, slave or other, the Internet provided the opportunity for all to have an equal voice free of relation to others.

Depending on the group, individual voices are told their message will receive greater amplification if it comes from another, the danger of speaking openly is so great they must be protected, their individual voices disrupt the harmony of consensus, or they are part of a collective and will be shunned if they dare speak with their own name.

The free information beliefs of many groups which threaten power have been twisted to conflate credit theft with free information.

When you are told that the actions and thoughts you know were your own belong to the group or the cause and you will be punished for claiming your own voice or actions, you know you belong to a cult with a cult leader(s).

Devoting all of your work to a brand that will be used to create a bloated central figure who will then be able to control the messages of everyone while dining out on ill-gotten celebrity and collecting brand donations is no different than passing all your money to the Unification Church.

The cult leaders of the 1970’s demanded money; in the age of the internet they demand fame and information control.

It is possibly pure coincidence that every movement today that threatens the powerful is taken over by those that seek to suppress individuals and control the messages which are heard.