Our wings are small but the ripples of the heart are infinite.

My peak? Would I even have one? I hardly had had anything you could call a life. A few ripples. some rises and falls. But that’s it. Almost nothing. Nothing born of nothing. I’d loved...

Listening to intuition is similar to watching wind wiggle a pond. Allow the ripples to move you where you need to be.

Each time a person stands for an ideal, or acts to improve the lot of others, or strikes out against injustice, they send a tiny ripple of hope, and crossing each other from a million...