If you are a writer, or want to be a writer, this is how you spend your days--listening, observing, storing things away, making your isolation pay off. You take home all you've taken in, all that you've overheard, and you turn it into gold. (Or at least you try.)

When hope is not pinned wriggling onto a shiny image or expectation, it sometimes floats forth and opens.

butterflies were wind energy made visible.

I don't have very sophisticated taste in music. I listen to a lot of folk music. I like reggae.

Mine was a patchwork God, sewn together from bits of rag and ribbon, Eastern and Western, pagan and Hebrew, everything but the kitchen sink and Jesus.

The opposite of faith is not doubt, it’s certainty.

I am not writing to try and convert people to fundamental Christianity. I am just trying to share my experience, strength and hope, that someone who is as messed up and neurotic and scarred and scared can be fully accepted by our dear Lord, no questions asked.