I believe that true identity is found . . . in creative activity springing from within. It is found, paradoxically, when one loses oneself. Woman can best refind herself in some kind of creative activity of her own.

It's funny how you can be mad at someone one moment and want to hug them the next.

Life is a gift, given in trust - like a child.

It isn't for the moment you are struck that you need courage, but for that long uphill climb back to sanity and faith and security.

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

Who is not afraid of pure space - that breathtaking empty space of an open door?

Ideally, both members of a couple in love free each other to new and different worlds.