I thank You God for most this amazingday: for the leaping greenly spirits of treesand a blue true dream of sky: and for everythingwhich is natural which is infinite which is yes. EE Cummings (October 14, 1894 – September 3, 1962) From The Archives - Loja Mágica Tao Writer (April 17, 1948) Thank You This …
The Writings Of Tao Writer – Becoming Me
To be “nobody but yourself” — in a world which is doing its best, night and day, to make you everybody else — means to fight the hardest battle which any human being can fight; and never stop fighting. e.e. cummings (October 14, 1894 – September 3, 1962) Tao Writer (April I7, 1948 -) …
The Writings Of Tao Writer – Lessons From The Mountain
Every new beginning comes from some other beginning's end. Seneca (c. 4 BC – AD 65) Tao Writer (April 17, 1948 -) Lessons From The Mountain 1. Remain solid and steadfast. A pillar for all to witness. 2. You are here because the earth exploded with life. You are life’s embodiment. 3. Be still …
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The Writings Of Tao Writer – Revitalization
The more things change, the more they remain the same. Jean-Baptiste Alphonse Karr (November 24, 1808 – September 29, 1890) Tao Writer (April 17, 1948 -) I was pleasantly surprised upon my return to Loja. When I left three years ago El Centro was undergoing major repairs and renovations. The streets were all being repaved. …
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The Writings Of Tao Writer – Strokes Of Chance
Chance … has a distinct meaning for me. I do not know where I might have been led by the paths that, as I look back, I think I might have taken but that in fact I did not take. What is certain is that I am satisfied with my fate and that I should …
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The Writings Of Tao Writer – Enough
You never know what is enough until you know what is too much. William Blake (November 28, 1757 – August 12, 1827) Tao Writer (April 17, 1948 -) “That’s Enough!” My mother would yell from wherever she was to wherever my brother and I were wrestling or in a tussle. We both knew what enough …
The Writings Of Tao Writer – A Wanderer Going Home
Home…home is so relative. Home can be so many places. Some places feel more home than others but I am a true believer that home can be anywhere you feel warm and secure. Even a person can be home, smell like home. Flavors can taste like home. Even friends sometime make you feel like home. …
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