I hope someday you see this is all life wants: for you to be your own kind of beautiful & not the kind that makes you forget who you are.

Trying to follow in the footsteps of the masters, but it's a lot harder than it looks because even though they had the same size feet as us, they weren't looking down the whole time while they walked to make sure they were doing it right

I've read a lot of books, so I know bunches of stuff that sounds like it could be true.

I read once that the ancient Egyptians had fifty words for sand & the Eskimos had a hundred words for snow. I wish I had a thousand words for love, but all that comes to mind is the way you move against me while you sleep & there are no words for that.

Wrapped around my son with only the knowledge of the words of the world & a quiet remembrance of watching before this all began.

I don't blame you for everything, she told me. Just the stuff my friends & I can agree on.

There is nothing more I ask of this life than this moment, exactly so. And suddenly forever seems like too short a time.