These are little packets of light and you need to plant them early in the year and remember to mark where they were because lots of times they look like weeds in the beginning and it's not until later that you see how beautiful they really are.

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

Time stands still best in moments that look suspiciously like ordinary life.

Opening a door to the mysteries, hoping to shed a little dark on all the stuff we think we know.

You may not remember the time you let me go first. Or the time you dropped back to tell me it wasn't that far to go. Or the time you waited at the crossroads for me to catch up. You may not remember any of those, but I do and this is what I have to say to you: Today, no matter what it takes, we ride home together.

When you start to crack open, don't waste a moment gathering your old self up into something like you knew before. Let your new self splash like sunlight into every dark place and laugh and cry and make sounds you never made & thank all that is holy for the gift.

I am only strong enough for a life of partial virtue.