There is bound to be turbulence in the clouds of confusion before one can view the friendly skies, and an illuminated landing strip.

The sky is not my limit...I am.

Manipulation, fueled with good intent, can be a blessing. But when used wickedly, it is the beginning of a magician's karmic calamity.

When a turbulent mind and wounded heart surrenders to grace, breathing is easy.

Get busy with the issue! In this regard, time is not friendly…nor should it be.

Both friend and enemy reside within us. One lives by the rule of compassion, the other by the rule of hard knocks. Though potential influence of either extreme is inevitable, our actions bear witness to the one we embrace.