“I know the light, but I cannot see it.”

Remember forgiveness; a kind exhale.

I think there is miracle always spilling into something.

Let us be the impossible.

Honestly, I just want to love without the fear of losing anything.

Yes, there are wounds but we are not conquered.

When you hold my hand and it feels like a fresh dream.

There is always a bit of love whispering from somewhere.

But when has worry ever produced a miracle?

But I must admit. I am desperate for hope.

Tell me, what is hope if not a sweet, sweet companion?

Falling apart to fall together again.

Don’t be afraid to feel everything.

Our hearts; the greatest revolution.

Forgiveness – nectar for the soul. A heartbeat.

Most days, I am the rain. – And that’s okay.

All of this heartache is a war story.

You have to hurry up if you want to see something, everything disappears.

Television gives us the gift to see ourselves as we’d like to be seen.

In order to make a choice, you need the power to see there is one.

It is often wonderful how putting down on paper a clear statement of a case helps one to see, not perhaps the way out, but the way in.

See how elastic our prejudices grow when once love comes to bend them.

The only thing that is different from one time to another is what is seen and what is seen depends upon how everybody is doing everything.

It occurred to me that I just didn’t see how I could go ahead and continue to eat meat. It just seemed so… cannibalistic to me. And so, I’m a vegetarian, and I have been ever since.

And if you see me, smile and maybe give me a hug. That’s important to me too.