We need to sing our own songs, whether they be a jazz beat or a gospel rhythm, a hip hop shout between a rock and roll clap or a stone cold blues note that has the potential to save souls all in one breath. We need to sing our song and dance our dance and speak our speech and take our stand and run our race and paint our picture because that’s what we are here for, that’s what we were called to do. We are the light of the world. Nobody should light a lamp and put it under a bowl. Don’t worry about what other people think.  Stop putting yourselves inside of the straight-jacket of other people’s opinions.

Today is the day that to rise in the grace of our being and celebrate the movement, the magic, the miracle that we are in the infinite potential of ever wave of the quantum realm flowing through our existence of nothing, no one, and no where but the fullness and the presence of now.

Stop limiting yourself to what see in the world and enlarge your to the unlimited vortex of you know in your soul. In Song of Myself, Walt Whitman says “I celebrate myself and sing myself.” Whitman says, ” I know that the hand of God is the promise of my own.” In What You Think of Me is None of My Business, Terry Cole-Whitaker says that “competition is based on an erroneous interpretation of the universe.”  We only believe that we can compete if we believe that there is only one prize, that there is a limited supply of good. But the universe is filled an abundance of everything for everyone. Being too much or extraordinary or different is a great thing.