I wonder if the stryy of every life could be told in such a way that would leave all who heard it touched moved and inspired? Sometimes I look into people's eyes and I see all the sadness and hurt and fear their soul has absorbed. It is finaly getting to me that such a fate is not destiny for any of us, and I do not have to settle for it. I would look into your eyes and find the spark of joy, the gleem that was there when your name was first spoken into existence.

I would choose to see everyone with hope-to be a message of "Dharma"-that we each of a purpose, that our unique gifts are meant to serve some unique need in the world.

Today is a very pleasant day. The cave time I have been needing.

My mom I'med me. I am having a very difficult time talking with her. It reminds me of how I struggle with small talk. But Joe and I are chatting away about movies and work. So why do i struggle with my mom and many other people and not Joe?

I'm sure it's a simple answer. And when i get to it, I will have a very big smile on my face. I just know I feel so sad with my mom. To the very core of me, like a fist squeezing my heart. And it's all locked up and the key is well hidden. I just have to be patient, and continue to develop my intention with detachment.

I want to do some journaling so i can be a little clearer for my visit home.

I wonder if I could watch a video of myself over a weeks time I would figure myself out?