One learns first of all in beach living the art of shedding; how little one can get along with, not how much.
I find the weight of air/Almost too great to bear.
Arranging a bowl of flowers in the morning can give a sense of quiet in a crowded day - like writing a poem or saying a prayer.
God may want you to be the answer to your own prayer.
When one is a stranger to oneself, then one is estranged from others, too.
Who is not afraid of pure space - that breathtaking empty space of an open door?