What are your words of inspiration?

I recently received an email entitled ‘Words of Wisdom.’ It was from one of my closest friends who’s always researching and finding the best resources.

Naturally I opened it.

At first, I thought it was one of those emails where you have to send it to 10 of your closest friends and ask them to send it along to 10 of theirs.

And you have to decide whether to break the chain and lose all the miracles that are supposedly coming your way.

I don’t know whether you receive these kinds of emails – perhaps I’m travelling in the wrong circles. If you do, you know what I’m talking about.

Instead, the people who sent the email asked me to send an encouraging quote or a favorite verse / motivational poem / prayer / meditation to just one person at the top of the list.

It had to be something that inspired me when I’m feeling a little lost, worried or defeated. I wasn’t supposed to give it a great deal of thought. I sent mine off and almost immediately received some myself.

It’s been a real joy to receive these words of wisdom in my inbox.

For the most part, I don’t know these people sending me their thoughts.

It’s perfect for that February let down – the holidays are definitely over, the long dark winter is ahead and those New Year’s resolutions have long bitten the dust.

These little messages are a wonderful refresher in my day.

In the same spirit, I’m sharing some of the messages I’ve received and I’m interested to hear what you use when you’re feeling in need of inspiration to keep you on track.

Here’s a selection – looking forward to hearing yours …

Perhaps the secret of living well is not in having all the answers, but in pursuing unanswerable questions in good company – Rachel Naomi Remen

If you do not tell the truth about yourself, you cannot tell it about other people – Virginia Woolf

And the one that almost had me weeping:

When we judge ourselves, we break our own hearts – unknown

The entertainment business can be a paradoxical occupation: fun, creative, exhilarating but, on the flip side, disheartening, rejecting and frustrating.

Nothing makes me happier and satisfied in my work than having shared encouraging words or inspired a client to continue their work and not give up or be discouraged by the time it takes.

At times we need all the support, courage and coaching to follow our own creative path.

If you’re feeling a little stuck or despondent about your slow-moving project, career or business, I can help. We can work on it together with an action plan to accelerate its creation and, more importantly the strategy, accountability and execution for results.

more from my inbox

I’ve learned that people will forget what you said, people will forget what you did, but people will never forget how you made them feel – Maya Angelou

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When everything around you disappears except for who you are with and what you are doing, this is when you are truly living in the moment – Life Plain and Simple by Lisa Rose

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Calling All Angels

calling all angels
calling all angels
walk me through this one
don’t leave me alone
calling all angels
calling all angels
we’re tryin’
we’re hopin’
we’re hurtin’
we’re lovin’
we’re cryin’
we’re callin’
‘cuz we’re not sure how this goes

Jane Siberry, last chorus from Calling All Angels / When I Was a Boy

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Pray For Peace

Pray to whomever you kneel down to:
Jesus nailed to his wooden or marble or plastic cross,
His suffering face bent to kiss you,
Buddha still under the Bo tree in scorching heat,
Adonai, Allah. Raise your arms to Mary
that she may lay her palm on our brows,
to Shekinah, Queen of Heaven and Earth,
to Inanna in her stripped descent.

Hawk or Wolf, or the Great Whale, Record Keeper
of time before, time now, time ahead, pray. Bow down
to terriers and shepherds and Siamese cats.
Fields of artichokes and elegant strawberries.

Pray to the bus driver who takes you to work,
pray on the bus, pray for everyone riding that bus
and for everyone riding buses all over the world.
If you haven’t been on a bus in a long time
climb the few steps, drop some silver, and pray.

Waiting in line for the movies, for the ATM,
for your latte and croissant, offer your plea.
Make your eating and drinking a supplication.
Make your slicing of carrots a holy act,
each translucent layer of the onion, a deeper prayer.

Make the brushing of your hair
a prayer, every strand its own voice
singing in the choir on your head.
As you wash your face, the water slipping
through your fingers, a prayer: water,
softest thing on earth, gentleness
that wears away rock.

Making love, of course, is already a prayer.
Skin and open mouths worshiping that skin,
the fragile case we are poured into,
each caress a season of peace.

If you’re hungry, pray. If you’re tired.
Pray to Gandhi and Dorothy Day.
Shakespeare. Sappho. Sojourner Truth,
Pray to the angels and the ghost of your grandfather.
When you walk to your car, to the mailbox,
to the video store, let each step
be a prayer that we all keep our legs,
that we do not blow off anyone else’s legs.
Or crush their skulls.
And if you are riding on a bicycle
or a skateboard, in a wheelchair, each revolution
of the wheels a prayer that as the earth revolves
we will do less harm, less harm, less harm.

And as you work, typing with a new manicure,
a tiny palm tree painted on one pearlescent nail,
or delivering soda, or drawing good blood
into rubber-capped vials, writing on a blackboard
with yellow chalk, twirling pizzas, pray for peace.

With each breath in, take in the faith of those
who have believed when belief seemed foolish,
who persevered. With each breath out, cherish.

Pull weeds for peace, turn over in your sleep for peace,
feed the birds for peace, each shiny seed
that spills onto the earth another second of peace.
Wash your dishes, call your mother, drink wine.
Shovel leaves or snow or trash from your sidewalk.
Make a path. Fold a photo of a dead child
around your Visa card. Gnaw your crust
of prayer, scoop your prayer water from the gutter.
Mumble along like a crazy person, stumbling
your prayer through the streets.

Ellen Bass

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The Wind One Brilliant Day

The wind, one brilliant day, called
to my soul with an odor of jasmine. 

’In return for the odor of my jasmine,
I’d like all the odor of your roses.’

’I have no roses; all the flowers
in my garden are dead.’

’Well then, I’ll take the withered petals
and the yellow leaves and the waters of the fountain.’

the wind left. And I wept. And I said to myself:
’What have you done with the garden that was entrusted to you?’

Antonio Machado

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Be not angry that you cannot make others as you wish them to be, since you cannot make yourself as you wish to be – Thomas a Kempis, 1380

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Those who anger you defeat you – Omar Kiam

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When I compare
What I have lost with what I have gained,
What I have missed with what attained,
Little room do I find for pride.

I am aware
How many days have been idly spent;
How like an arrow the good intent
Has fallen short or been turned aside.

But who shall dare
To measure loss and gain in this wise?
Defeat may be victory in disguise;
The lowest ebb is the turn of the tide.

Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

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The only difference between “nowhere” and “now here” is the breath in the middle – unknown

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