Violets smell like burnt sugar cubes that have been dipped in lemon and velvet.

There is that unique moment when one confronts something new and astonishment begins.

Wonder is a bulky emotion. When you let it fill your heart and mind, there isn't room for anxiety, distress or anything else.

In rare moments of deep play, we can lay aside our sense of self, shed time's continuum, ignore pain, and sit quietly in the absolute present, watching the world's ordinary miracles. No mind or heart hobbles. No analyzing or explaining. No questing for logic. No promises. No goals. No relationships. No worry. One is completely open to whatever drama may unfold.

Choice is a signature of our species.

There are well-dressed foolish ideas just as there are well-dressed fools.

Home is where the heart is, we say, rubbing the flint of one abstraction against another.