Maì: Happiness is excitement that has found a settling down place. But there is always a little corner that keeps flapping around.
Maì: Where to this weekend?
Maì: There is only one way to happiness, and that is cease worrying about the things which are beyond the power of our will.
Maì: The Angels' Homefield
Maì: Don't walk in front of me, I may not follow; Don't walk behind me, I may not lead; Walk beside me, and just be my friend.
Maì: Not just a pocketful of sunshine!
Maì: I won’t let you out of my sight...
Maì: Most of the shadows of this life are caused by our standing in our own sunshine.
Maì: No rest is worth anything except the rest that is earned.
Maì: Something's brewing in the horizon...
Maì: We come to love not by finding the perfect person, but by learning to see an imperfect person perfectly.
Maì: All things come to him who waits - provided he knows what he is waiting for
Maì: NYR #3: Stay connected
Maì: Day 13: A day at the beach...
Maì: If you can look at a dog and not feel vicarious excitement and affection, you must be a cat.
Maì: Meditation brings wisdom; lack of meditation leaves ignorance. Know well what leads you forward and what hold you back, and choose the path that leads to wisdom.
Maì: Each of us is here for a brief sojourn; for what purpose he knows not, though he senses it. But without deeper reflection one knows from daily life that one exists for other people.
Maì: Step forward...
Maì: There is only one way to happiness, and that is to cease worrying things which are beyond the power of our will.
Maì: Kids spell love T-I-M-E
Maì: This new moment...
Maì: Approaching Big Bear...
Maì: Day 2: Let's go Apple Picking!
Maì: I prefer winter and fall, when you feel the bone structure of the landscape - the loneliness of it, the dead feeling of winter. Something waits beneath it, the whole story doesn't show.
Maì: Moms Country Orchards
Maì: Christmas children hunger for Christmas morning...
Maì: Spring shows what God can do with a drab and dirty world.
Maì: No Place Like Home-keh
Maì: Fall is my favorite season in Los Angeles, watching the birds change color and fall from the trees.
Maì: One more sting from the shutterbug...