Despite not knowing if what he felt from moment to moment would pass or last forever, he entered fully into his shifting states of violent rage, self-pity, longing, heartbreak, cynicism, without losing the ability to think about what was happening to him. That took courage, I thought, living with the suffering in a mindful way, as an artifact of being, neither good nor bad.

Complexity excites the mind, and order rewards it. In the garden, one finds both, including vanishingly small orders too complex to spot, and orders so vast the mind struggles to embrace them.

Writer's block is a luxury most people with deadlines don't have.

And yet, words are the passkeys to our souls. Without them, we can't really share the enormity of our lives.

Who you are isn't tied solely to what you say, even though it may feel that way to you now.

A kiss is like singing into someone's mouth.

Horses have made civilization possible.