To look to the future and then back to the past and be unable to make neither ‘hide nor hair’ of either suggests that we should begin planning the former so that the latter starts making sense.

What we do today will effect the tomorrow that will soon be our next today.

To create a beginning is to fashion an ending. And to experience an ending is to create space for a beginning. And in this choreographed cycle I can always have confidence that any wall is a door waiting to happen.

I wouldn’t suggest that we fear the past. Nor would I suggest that we find ourselves frightened by the future. Rather, I would suggest that we learn from the former to enhance the latter. And not to do that would be the thing I’d fear.

Our actions in the present build the staircase to the future. The question is whether that staircase is going up or down.

The present is too often squandered grieving the past or fearing the future, which makes the present nothing more than a cheap facsimile of what was or what will be instead of what it could be.

Heaven shows up all the time. But we plan our time so that we show up in other places.

An exceptional future can only be built on the transformation of the mess I’ve made out of my past, not the elimination of that mess.

We incessantly vacillate between what’s behind us and what’s before us depending on the current barometer of our courage and the ambivalent nature of our vision.