If our lives are made up of a string of a thousand moments, at some of those moments we look a lot more spiritually evolved than at others.

Right foot, left foot, right foot, breathe.

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.

I did not raise my son, Sam, to celebrate Mother's Day. I didn't want him to feel some obligation to buy me pricey lunches or flowers, some annual display of gratitude that you have to grit your teeth and endure.

Writing takes a combination of sophistication and innocence; it takes conscience, our belief that something is beautiful because it is right.

butterflies were wind energy made visible.

Think of a fine painter attempting to capture an inner vision, beginning with one corner of the canvas, painting what she thinks should be there, not quite pulling it off, covering it over with white paint, and trying again, each time finding out what her painting isn't, until she finally finds out what it is. And when you finally do find out what one corner of your vision is; you're off and running.