At our most primitive we are storytellers and dancers.

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

I do not have deep theological understanding or opinion, but I do not read the Bible as the literal word of God.

I am an Aries. Although I do not believe in astrology, I think this is exactly the right sign to have been born under.

But grace can be the experience of a second wind, when even though what you want is clarity and resolution, what you get is stamina and poignancy and the strength to hang on.

Jealousy always has been my cross, the weakness and woundedness in me that has most often caused me to feel ugly and unlovable, like the Bad Seed. I’ve had many years of recovery and therapy, years filled with intimate and devoted friendships, yet I still struggle. I know that when someone gets a big slice of pie, it doesn’t mean there’s less for me. In fact, I know that there isn’t even a pie, that there’s plenty to go around, enough food and love and air. But I don’t believe it for a second. I secretly believe there’s a pie. I will go to my grave brandishing my fork.

Rituals are a good signal to your unconscious that it is time to kick in.