Bhuta ia, dewa ia. (Bali expression meaning Man is a demon, man is a god.)

My face is a transparent transmitter of my every thought.

Admittedly, I am not the one who looks fantastic in everything, but still I cannot help loving myself.

My life's accomplishments? Sanity, and you.

And we have a little herb garden, which survived the winter thanks to global warming. It makes me feel like a cool, old Italian housewife, that I kept my rosemary alive outside all winter.

I wonder if I am capable of being somebody’s sun, somebody’s everything. Am I centered enough now to be the center of somebody else’s life?

The hero's journey is simply who we are as human beings.