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.

But you can’t get to any of these truths by sitting in a field smiling beatifically, avoiding your anger and damage and grief. Your anger and damage and grief are the way to the truth. We don’t have much truth to express unless we have gone into those rooms and closets and woods and abysses that we were told not go in to. When we have gone in and looked around for a long while, just breathing and finally taking it in – then we will be able to speak in our own voice and to stay in the present moment. And that moment is home.

There is nothing as sweet as a comeback, when you are down and out, about to lose, and out of time.

Sometimes grace works like water wings when you feel you are sinking.

You own everything that happened to you. Tell your stories. If people wanted you to write warmly about them, they should have behaved better.

If you fixate on the big picture, the whole shebang, the overview, you miss the stitching.

only grieving can heal grief; the passage of time will lessen the acuteness, but time alone, without the direct experience of grief, will not heal it.