So many things we love are you!

Only love can be divided endlessly and still not diminish.

If you surrender completely to the moments as they pass, you live more richly those moments.

Cut asparagus at night - in desperation. When one is very tired one always does one more thing.

The bearing, rearing, feeding and educating of children; the running of a house with its thousand details; human relationships with their myriad pulls - women's normal occupations in general run counter to creative life, or contemplative life, or saintly life.

The here, the now, and the individual, have always been the special concern of the saint, the artist, the poet, and - from time immemorial - the woman. In the small circle of the home she has never quite forgotten the particular uniqueness of each member of the family; the spontaneity of now; the vividness of here. This is the basic substance of life. These are the individual elements that form the bigger entities like mass, future, world. We may neglect these elements, but we cannot dispense with them. They are the drops that make up the stream. They are the essence of life itself.

After all, I don't see why I am always asking for private, individual, selfish miracles when every year there are miracles like white dogwood.