Forgiveness means it finally becomes unimportant that you hit back.

It is hard to remember that you are a cherished spiritual being when you're burping up apple fritters and Cheetos.

All I know is that after 10 years of being sober, with huge support to express my pain and anger and shadow, the grief and tears didn’t wash me away. They gave me my life back! They cleansed me, baptized me, hydrated the earth at my feet. They brought me home, to me, to the truth of me.

I remember staring at my son endlessly when he was an infant, stunned by his very existence, wondering where on earth he had come from.

I don't think you have time to waste not writing because you are afraid you won't be good at it.

All I ever wanted since I arrived here on earth are 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.

He got me a cup of tea with honey, toast with honey, yogurt with honey, like I was John the Baptist with the flu.