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.

My grandma used to plant tomato seedlings in tin cans from tomato sauce & puree & crushed tomatoes she got from the Italian restaurant by her house, but she always soaked the labels off first. I don't want them to be anxious about the future, she said. It's not healthy.

I sometimes wake in the early morning & listen to the soft breathing of my children & I think to myself, this is one thing I will never regret & I carry that quiet with me all day long.

We went to a church that had missionaries who'd come back once a year from Fiji & give talks. I remember one of them saying it was very hard work telling people they were going to lose their everlasting souls if they didn't shape up. I pictured people sitting on the beach listening to this sweaty man all dressed in black telling them they were going to burn in hell & them thinking this was good fun, these scary stories this guy was telling them & afterwards, they'd all go home & eat mango & fish & they'd play Monopoly & laugh & laugh & they'd go to bed & wake up the next day & do it all again.

Wanting him to come back before anyone notices part of the world has not moved since he left.

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

If you hold on to the handle, it's easier to maintain the illusion of control. But it's more fun if you just let the wind carry you.