When my daughter looks at me, she sees a small old lady. That is because she sees only with her outside eyes. She has no chuming, no inside knowing of things. If she had chuming she would see a tiger lady. And she would have careful fear.

I was six when my mother taught me the art of invisible strength..."strongest wind cannot be seen."

With hope, a mind is always free.

I am like a falling star who has finally found her place next to another in a lovely constellation, where we will sparkle in the heavens forever.

You remember only what you want to remember. You know only what your heart allows you to know.

You can get sucked into the idea that, 'Gosh, this is impressive. Maybe I should do this. It will look good.' Or 'I'll write like this because it will impress that critic.'

A Mother is the one who fills your heart in the first place.