There is no greater joy to feel
Across the veggie luncheon plate,
For far from average, both my son
And food at the Dragon Gate.
I wonder when did he become
Won-ton of cool intelligence!
Engaged in friendly conversation
Possessed of easy competence!
His traits would be desirable
In a traveling companion,
Or those who move next door to us
Or any long-term valued friend.
It seems so few and far between,
Connected busy separate lives
At our treasured monthly lunches
And with some vegetable fried rice.
These moments in the universe
Make me so glad to be alive.
To see just how my son turned out
Must be the source of mother's pride.
Then the fortune cookie's message
Of good luck is just redundance,
When all the real important stuff
I have now in such abundance.
It strikes me in the parking lot-
For us the real world cannot wait-
That Chinese doesn't ever last...
Let's make another luncheon date!
A warrior must always keep in mind that a path is only a path;
if he feels that he should not follow it,
he must not stay with it under any conditions.
His decision to keep on that path or to leave it
must be free of fear or ambition.
He must look at every path closely and deliberately.
There is a question that a warrior has to ask, mandatorily:
'Does this path have a heart?'
— Carlos Castaneda
If people offer their help or wisdom as you go through life, accept it gratefully. You can learn much from those who have gone before you. But never be afraid or hesitant to step off the accepted path and head off in your own direction, if your heart tells you that it's the right way for you. Always believe that you will ultimately succeed at whatever you do, and never forget the value of persistence, discipline, and determination. You are meant to be whatever you dream of becoming.
— Edmund O'Neill
Who my son turned out to be!
A mother is not a person to lean upon,
but a person to make leaning unnecessary.
— Dorothy Canfield