Tuesday, June 19, 2012

I am currently writing the biography of an AMAZING individual.  Below are the first few paragraphs from the introduction.  I stand in gratitude of this incredible opportunity.  I hope to write a book that is honest, inspiring, uplifting and honoring.  Let me know your thoughts.  Thanks!


Everyone reaches a point in their life when they have to decide whether to rise to their potential or fall into mediocrity.  For some, these moments pass by without notice or thought until retrospection brings clarity.  For others, these moments are monumental.  Often, we are given ancillary opportunities to chose to ascend to our promise or opt for mere survival.  It is a rare individual that faces multiple such junctures and continually chooses to strive toward greatness, to follow an inner drive to be the best version of themselves, to fill “the gap between what one is and what one should become.” 
Gary Lee Price is one of those exceptional beings.  He has faced many challenges in his 57 years, like most of us on this earthly plane.  What separates him is not so much his suffering, but what he has done with it, and his continual determination to progress and evolve.  He has found what Viktor Frankl maintained was our purpose for living, he has found the meaning in his suffering.
Gary is a gifted sculptor, altruistic humanitarian and the artist commissioned to create the Statue of Responsibility.
  His life is remarkable in the art he has created, and yet his mastery in artistic pursuits is paled by his proficiency in the craft of inspiration.  Though it would be easy to conjecture that art is the essence of Gary’s life, upon examination and assessment, one will find that Gary’s life is the essence of his art.

Friday, June 1, 2012

The value of a broken heart

We have all felt it . . . the pain that seems unbearable, the ache that cannot be assuaged, the collapse that feels cataclysmic.  If you are like me, a great deal of time is spent cursing the events, people and things that bring it about . . . heartbreak.  But I have come to find gratitude for the thing I have despised most in life.  I have grown to relish the comments, slights, misunderstandings, and rejection that bring about insufferable pain.  Why?  Because without the overpowering grief; without the unendurable sadness, I would not know the height of joy that comes from the love that cultivated the soil such immense pain could thrive in.

And so, the next time my heart is broken, I will curse and wail and cry and feel as if death were a kinder path.  And then, I will stand in gratitude for whatever or whomever has brought it about, because in the tattered remains of my heart, I will know that I am better off for having loved deeply and lost greatly than to have guarded myself against such turmoil by holding back.

I cannot measure the torment my heart has felt, and I cannot measure the value of having endured it.  I can only know that I am better for having loved . . . deeply . . . honestly . . . vulnerably.