All I ever wanted since I arrived here on Earth were the things that turned out to be within reach. The same things I needed as a baby - to go from cold to warm, lonely to held, the vessel to the giver, empty to full. You can change the world with a hot bath, if you sink into it from a place of knowing that you are worth profound care, even when you're dirty and rattled. Who knew?

Bird by bird, buddy. Just take it bird by bird.

I think this is how we are supposed to be in the world-present and in awe.

For me, Jesus is my cleft in the rock. He is my safest friend, my safe totally loving accepting big brother.

butterflies were wind energy made visible.

The worst part about celebrating another birthday is the shock that you're only as well as you are.

Help" is a prayer that is always answered. It doesn't matter how you pray--with your head bowed in silence, or crying out in grief, or dancing. Churches are good for prayer, but so are garages and cars and mountains and showers and dance floors. Years ago I wrote an essay that began, "Some people think that God is in the details, but I have come to believe that God is in the bathroom.