I find the weight of air/Almost too great to bear.

Eternally, woman spills herself away in driblets to the thirsty, seldom being allowed the time, the quiet, the peace, to let the pitcher fill up to the brim.

...the only continuity possible in life, as in love, is in growth, in fluidity - in freedom. The only real security is... living in the present and accepting it as it is now.

Yesterday's fairy tale is today's fact. The magician is only one step ahead of his audience.

Only when one is connected to one's own core is one connected to others, I am beginning to discover. And, for me, the core, the inner spring, can best be refound through solitude.

Nothing feeds the center of being so much as creative work.

I find the weight of air/Almost too great to bear.