The heart that loves must one day grieve. Love and grief are the Goddess's twined gifts. Let the pain in, let it open your heart to compassion. Let me help you bear your grief and then may your heart ease and open to greater love. May the love that flows eternally through the universe embrace and comfort you. p.85

Anytime you feel love for anything, be it stone, tree, lover, or child, you are touched by the Goddess's magick.

In fairy tales there's always one person who is made for one other, and they find each other and live happily ever after. Cal was my person. I couldn't imagine anyone more perfect. Yet what kind of sick fairy tale would it be if he was the one made exactly right for me and I wasn't right for him?

You're not honey. Your'e wine. You're the deepest, darkest shadow under a tree on a blazing day. You're strong and hard, coursing like a current at the bottom of a river.

Everything is fine and bright. Day must follow every night. My power keeps me safe from harm. The Goddess holds me in her arms.

I'd once read somewhere that is takes about half as long to recover from a deep relationship as the relationship lasted.

I held a nail in place and slammed it with the hammer. Best. Chore. Ever.