Inspiration: Leo Buscaglia

Here are some powerful quotes from Leo Buscaglia.
What I've read of his works, and what I've seen quoted from him, is often highly inspirational. Never mind inspiration, I do believe the man knew what he was talking about, and that the world is in desperate need of his kind of teachings.

What love we've given, we'll have forever. What love we fail to give, will be lost for all eternity.

So true. And what a change from our readily accepted definition of "love" as being something that "does it for me".

Worry never robs tomorrow of its sorrow, it only saps today of its joy.

True, isn't it? Here are some more.

Your talent is God's gift to you. What you do with it is your gift back to God.

Love is life. And if you miss love, you miss life.

Love is always open arms. If you close your arms about love you will find th
at you are left holding only yourself.

Only the weak are cruel. Gentleness can only be expected from the strong.

The easiest thing to be in the world is you. The most difficult thing to be is what other people want you to be. Don't let them put you in that position.

What I find beautiful about these sayings is that they're so simple, yet so deeply true. Why don't more people talk like this?
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The quotes are from this page. I found a brief description of Leo Buscaglia and his approach on this page. Happy reading

a friend in pain

I have the privilege of the friendship of a really amazing person. She's been through some very difficult, dark times, but she remains one of the most cheerful, happy people I know.
Hearing her story inspired me to write this poem, as a series of Twitter tweets:

1> she tells of autumn leaves, crunched, swirled in bitter howling winds. tales of a fantasy messed-up life, couldn't be true - right?
2> her stories chill, the darkness haunts the deepest spots in her pupils; hellfires on earth, a walking nightmare.
3> but silver sparkles in the tears on her cheeks, in the gusting wind that snatches and plays with our uttered words.
4> , the bitter revelation past, she smiles and laughs. Got no choice? 
5> No; her choice is to smile, to bite down on the lemon and draw sugar from somewhere deep. Or maybe she's decided how to live. 
6> Cup half full? Not always; she sighs. Not always, my friend; but her laugh comes again, a welcome refrain -- 
7> -- sprinkling a teaspoon of sugar, to help the medicine go down. No umbrella on her, but she knows how to shine! 
   
May she have much joy...
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