Maybe at the heart of all our traveling is the dream of someday, somehow, getting Home.
Frederick BuechnerLife is grace. Sleep is forgiveness. The night absolves. Darkness wipes the slate clean, not spotless to be sure, but clean enough for another day's chalking.
Frederick BuechnerThe world speaks of holy things in the only language it knows, which is worldly language.
Frederick BuechnerThe best moments any of us have as human beings are those moments when for a little while it is possible to escape the squirrel-cage of being me into the landscape of being us.
Frederick Buechner