Tears are a river that takes you somewhere…Tears lift your boat off the rocks, off dry ground, carrying it downriver to someplace better.

Writing, real writing, should leave a small sweet bruise somewhere on the writer . . . and on the reader.

Our own sorrows seem heavy enough, even when lifted by certain long-term joys. But watching others hurt is the breaker of most any heart.

Ritual is one of the ways in which humans put their lives in perspective, whether it be Purim, Advent, or drawing down the moon. Ritual calls together the shades and specters in people's lives, sorts them out, puts them to rest.

It is in the middle of misery that so much becomes clear. The one who says, 'Nothing good came of this' is not yet listening.

The psyches and souls of women also have their own cycles and seasons of doing and solitude, running and staying, being involved and being removed, questing and resting, creating and incubating, being of the world and returning to the soul-place.

When you feel bad, find a person to talk to and cry with, to tell of your anger and other helpless feelings.