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

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

There are things you do because they feel right and they may make no sense and they may make no money and it may be the real reason we are here: to love each other and to eat each other's cooking and say it was good.

There are days I drop words of comfort on myself like falling leaves and remember that it is enough to be taken care of by myself.

If there is any secret to this life I live, this is it: the sound of what cannot be seen sings within everything that can & there is nothing more to it than that.

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

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