An Inuit hunter asked the local missionary priest: If I did not know about God and sin, would I go to hell? No, said the priest, not if you did not know. Then why, asked the Inuit earnestly, did you tell me?

Does anything eat flowers. I couldn't recall having seen anything eat a flower - are they nature's privileged pets?

I work mornings only. I go out to lunch. Afternoons I play with the baby, walk with my husband, or shovel mail.

I woke at intervals until . . . the intervals of waking tipped the scales, and I was more often awake than not.

I write in my own journal when something extraordinary or funny happens. And there's some nice imagery in there. I don't think of what to do with it.

Almost all of my many passionate interests, and my many changes of mind, came through books. Books prompted the many vows I made to myself.

We are here to witness the creation and to abet it. We are here to notice each thing so each thing gets noticed. Together we notice not only each mountain shadow and each stone on the beach but, especially, we notice the beautiful faces and complex natures of each other. We are here to bring to consciousness the beauty and power that are around us and to praise the people who are here with us. We witness our generation and our times. We watch the weather. Otherwise, creation would be playing to an empty house.