I wanted to teach myself some life lessons at the age of 60 and one of them was that you don't give up.

I am overwhelmed by the strength of my body and the power of my mind. For one moment, just one second, I feel immortal.

This journey has always been about reaching your own other shore no matter what it is, and that dream continues.

You're never too old to chase your dream.

If you want to touch the other shore badly enough, barring an impossible situation, you will. If your desire is diluted for any reason, you'll never make it.

A lot of athletes have this sort of invincibility: [The jellyfish] should worry about me. I don't worry about them. I'll just swim right through them.

I am willing to put myself through anything; temporary pain or discomfort means nothing to me as long as I can see that the experience will take me to a new level.

Swimming is probably the ultimate of burnout sports.

The spirit is larger than the body. The body is pathetic compared to what we have inside us

But for each of us, isn't life about determining your own finish line?

My mom just died. We blink and another decade passes. I don't want to reach the end of my life and regret not having given my days everything in me to make them worthwhile.

It’s important for intuitive people to differentiate other people’s energy from their own pre-existing emotional state.

For those who have a great attitude, their life fills with an abundance of beauty, which deserves gratitude.

Grace has not been well understood by the post-modern church let alone applied as post-moderns in our lives as a reality that Christ secured for us."~R. Alan Woods [2012]

Truth is a child of Time

I used to watch movies - silent movies - and stock companies and theater whenever I could.

In the study of consciousness you cannot explain anything verbally. You can only allude to, point in a general direction of.

I learned I could live more than one life in a lifetime.

You change the beat up, you might change the way people dance to the music. If you change the way they move, maybe they'll think about it differently.

Time and tragedy have forced her to grow too quickly, at least for my taste, into a young woman who stitches bleeding wounds and knows our mother can hear only so much.

Oh we will all fry together when we fry. We'll be french fried potatoes by and by. There will be no more misery When the world is our rotisserie, Yes, we will all fry together when we fry.