The Angels were all singing out of tune,And hoarse with having little else to do,Excepting to wind up the sun and moon

Or curb a runaway young star or two.

The golden moments in the stream of life rush past us and we see nothing but sand; the angels come to visit us, and we only know them when they are gone.

Focusing on the act of breathing clears the mind of all daily distractions and clears our energy enabling us to better connect with the Spirit within.

For breath is life, and if you breathe well you will live long on earth.

Some of the world's greatest feats were accomplished by people not smart enough to know they were impossible.

Only those who will risk going too far can possibly find out how far one can go.

How am I going to live today in order to create the tomorrow I'm committed to?