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Beauty of BeginningsDaily contemplations + Pacific Ocean Sunrises
For a world with a future
I hope to see a book from you of daily meditations with your brilliant photos. You are one of the most compelling thought leaders I know.
Thank you for your work.
Cherie ClarkÂ
If you repeated what you did today 365 more times will you be where you want to be next year?
If you repeated what you did today 365 more times will you be where you want to be next year? The small, repeated, becomes large.
The libertarian impulse is impossible in community
The libertarian impulse is impossible in community as pure libertarianism is pure selfishness. To grow up as an adult is to learn
Sideways from the goal is where the real juice lies
Sideways from the goal is where the real juice lies. We learn that what happens on the way to the goal is where the real goal lies.
Listen Carefully to Nature
Listen Carefully to Nature. Listen to life. Listen to the beat of our hearts. The rhythm of the wind. Tune into our relationship with the Pattern
Your growth as a conscious being is measured by the number of uncomfortable conversations you are willing to have
Your growth as a conscious being is measured by the number of uncomfortable conversations you are willing to have. How many times did you remain silent
We must be the model. Demonstrate the change. Live the new language, the new mindsets
We must be the model. Demonstrate the change. Live the new language, the new mindsets. In all things.
Beauty of Beginnings is my attempt to capture life and contemplation in its sweet and sometimes painful moments.
I write them to inspire the infinite possibility we can create when we work together synergistically
I write them to challenge my own thinking – we all need that.
I write them to connect to you, to create a wholehearted invitation to move towards Syntropy
I write them as an expression of the very frontier I am on. Never perfect. Always curious. Constantly humbled by beauty and love.
Beauty will save the world. Without beauty we are naught. Towards beauty we bow.