Beautiful Butterfly

The Caterpillar changed his mind and awoke to find himself refined

His old self had to Die for him to be a Butterfly

He tired of walking on the Ground and so around himself he wound

A shimmering screen of silken strands a veil untouched by human hands

Then something subtle changed within reflected by his changing skin

He had a change of Heart and wished to play another part

Like that worm, I can fly, a rainbow colored Butterfly

Upon the winds of time so I with wings of light will climb

Beyond this cold dark abyss to that land of love and bliss

Where grows a tree of Life so sweet its pleasing fruit

for us our meat

And there we'll live eternally our bodies free of entropy

A song will fill the sky ,the love song of a Butterfly

Its never a matter of Time

its always a matter of Heart

the Transformation that takes place

in the twinkle of an

"I"

Life is Precious, don't waste your days... 9-11 helped remind us that EACH day counts cuz tomorrow may never come...

this is not the dress rehearsal, this IS your life... respect it, enjoy it, honor it.

dr. g. 

Learn With Every Goodbye

Unknown

After a while, you learn the subtle difference

between holding a hand and chaining a soul,

And you learn that love doesn't mean leaning ,

And company doesn't mean security,

And you begin to learn that kisses aren't contracts,

And presents aren't promises,

And you begin to accept your defeats

With grace and dignity, 

With your head high and eyes open,

And learn to build all your roads on today

Because tomorrow's ground is too uncertain for plans,

And futures have a way of falling down in mid-flight.

And after a while, you learn

That even sunshine burns if you get too much.

So you plant your own garden

and decorate your own soul,

Instead of waiting for someone to bring you flowers.

And you learn that you really can endure...

That you really are strong

And you really do have worth

And you learn

and learn...

With every goodbye, you learn.

LIFE IS PRECIOUS. The person who completes suicide, dies once. Those left behind, die a 1000 deaths.

The Grand Canyon is my Church, my Temple... My Spiritual Grounding...

When I look into that vast chasm in the earth, I am reminded how unimportant I am.  The Grand Canyon will exist years after my death, as it had existed years before I was born.  BUT... as

I watch the chipmunks running around moving seeds, the birds circling below me moving grains from one place to another, and realize that it was the tiny drops of water that cut thru the canyon to make it so majestic, I also realize I am... and you are ... important, we have a role in life, we have a purpose in living.

How our lives should not be wasted. Leave a Legacy, an imprint, make YOUR LIFE count. 

dr. g.

“Should you shield the canyons from the windstorms,

you would never see the beautiful carvings”

Beverly Hills

Counseling