I hear the sounds of melting snow outside my window every night and with the first faint scent of spring, I remember life exists

Some people won't even own a dog for fear it will die - you can't bubble-wrap your heart.

If you want your own distinctive voice, you first have to become someone.

Ambition or contentment? This simple question led me back to a more balanced view of life and put me in touch with the Me I used to know.

Freshly cut Christmas trees smelling of stars and snow and pine resin - inhale deeply and fill your soul with wintry night.

Summer softens lines that winter cruelly shows.

A sensual life is a ghostly existence where you live on the surface and your soul passes through everything, touching nothing.