Grace arrived, like the big, loopy stitches with which a grandmotherly stranger might baste your hem temporarily.

I like to read away as much of the afternoon as possible, until real life rears its ugly head.

For twenty years I have ached to go back home, when there was nobody there to whom I could return.

You can change the world with a hot bath, if you sink into it from a place of knowing that you are worth profound care, even when you're dirty and rattled.

You are not your bank account, or your ambitiousness. You're not the cold clay lump with a big belly you leave behind when you die. You're not your collection of walking personality disorders. You are spirit, you are love.

Presents can make up for some of the disappointments that life doles out, such as it makes almost no sense and is coming to an end more quickly than ever.

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.