Peace is joy at rest. Joy is peace on its feet. quoting her pastor in Salon, April 25, 2003

It helps to resign as the controller of your fate. All that energy we expend to keep things running right is not what's keeping things running right. We're bugs struggling in the river, brightly visible to the trout below. With that fact in mind, people like me make up all these rules to give us the illusion that we are in charge. I need to say to myself, they're not needed, hon. Just take in the buggy pleasures. Be kind to the others, grab the fleck of riverweed, notice how beautifully your bug legs scull.

When you pray, you are not starting the conversation from scratch, just remembering to plug back into a conversation that's always in progress.

Don't look at your feet to see if you are doing it right. Just dance.

Maybe it's wishful thinking, this snaggly faith of mine, or maybe it's Miles Davis saying, Don't play what's there, play what's not there.

We all know we're going to die; what's important is the kind of men and women we are in the face of this.

We are a species that needs and wants to understand who we are. Sheep lice do not seem to share this longing, which is one reason why they write so little.