Ruth Spiller

I cannot seem to process too many words. I think that phrase would make a good song title though. "Too Many Words" (music to "Just One More Time.) Too many words I cannot seem to grasp my mind on They pass me by without a land on My scrambled brain Too many words I cannot seem to understand one There are too many to rely on Too many words I listened to you try explain it I tried and tried to understand But I could only see your mouth move And with the movement of my hand I

Water is life, we are filled with water, we link with water everywhere. Water is the carrier of communication. Our thoughts and words affect water, as Masaru Emoto has proven in his experiments testing the influence of words on how water forms crystals. Words and thoughts make a difference in our inner beauty and health. Our thinking, our prayers affect the water of our world.

Sun warming my arms, no crowds on the street, wind in my hair. On our way to Little Poland to have eggs, the best home fries, a little orange juice, and coffee. I could walk a long time in this weather. So different than the past week, when the air was thick, and the temperature was 80 and 90ish for a couple of days, and exhaust fumes layered the view. On those days, my feet and body weigh in at a ton, at least. However, today, the air was clear, sky was blue, and I was h

Sticking to it can be sweet, like honey.

We spend a great deal of time looking for wisdom. We comb the internet, read countless books, go to classes and workshops, ask our friends and teachers. Maybe, if we are willing to spend the time, slow down, and sit with ourselves, we might find the wisdom we are seeking so desperately from others, within.

Time is fun to play with. You can slow it down, speed it up, notice it, not notice it. What seems constant about time, is that it is always there reminding us of something, or in the case of some of us, never there. Makes you wonder about Dali and time. Art: Salvador Dali, The Persistence of Memory.