Collective Imaginations

Out of your vulnerabilities will come your strength.

Cultivate the habit of being grateful for every good thing that comes to you, and to give thanks continuously. And because all things have contributed to your advancement, you should include all things in your gratitude.

Do not dwell in the past, do not dream of the future, concentrate the mind on the present moment.

“For what it’s worth: it’s never too late to be whoever you want to be. I hope you live a life you’re proud of, and if you find you’re not, I hope you have the strength to start over again.” -F. Scott Fitzgerald

Cultivate the habit of being grateful for every good thing that comes to you, and to give thanks continuously. And because all things have contributed to your advancement, you should include all things in your gratitude.

Out of your vulnerabilities will come your strength.

"To my dismay, time did not stop for us. I realized that I could only touch each moment before it dissipated. Time was simply moving too fast. Every moment that I dwelled on the past, I lost a touch of our present. I felt stuck. I wanted these moments to last forever, and here they were evaporating in front of me. Faster than I had anticipated, we made it to our destination. It had rained right over the forest as if in anticipation of our arrival. We exchanged glances and continued to move forward. The smell of the forest seeped into my lungs, and life entered me; my senses never having felt so alive. The greens of the forest seemed so much greener, and the soft dirt like a bed of growth. I hadn’t realized that my eyes were closed until I felt your hands on the side of my face, your thumbs gently rolling over my eyelids. You moved your thumbs so tenderly as if you were overcome with fear of me crumbling right in your hands. You brushed your thumbs over my eyelashes, and I could feel them flicker back down onto my face. Your heart was racing. I had moved my hands to hold your forearms parallel to each other on either side of my face, and through your wrists I could feel the rhythmic pounding of your pulse. I could feel the blood moving up and down your arm through your fingertips and back to your heart. Your breathing was incredibly steady. Your ability to maintain calm was unbelievable and I could never match it. I opened my eyes slowly so not to startle or interrupt you. The way you were looking at me…was puzzling. You were slightly stooped down very close to me, as if observing me. You finally spoke to me saying, "I can see your spirit dancing behind your eyes.” he continued, "It’s beautiful." I smiled a bit as I turned away from you to look at the ground."