The face of love is variable. I am able to love without demanding that my relationships assume the structures and forms I might choose for them. My love is fluid, flexible, committed, creative. My love allows people and events to unfold as they need. My love is not controlling. It does not dictate or demand. My love allows those I love the freedom to assume the forms most true to them. I release all those I love from my preconceptions of their path. I allow them the dignity of self-definition while I offer them a constant love that is every variable in shape.

Do what intrigues you, explore what interests you; think mystery, not mastery.

Creativity makes life useful to us. It also makes us useful to life.

Choice by choice, moment by moment, I build the necklace of my day, stringing together the choices that form artful living.

As a writer, I find holidays often disturbing, not liberating, in their disruption of tempo, their open-ended time.

Perfectionism has nothing to do with getting it right. It has nothing to do with fixing things. It has nothing to do with standards. Perfectionism is a refusal to let yourself move forward. It is a loop-an obsessive, debilitating closed system that causes you to get stuck in the details of what you are writing or painting or making and to lose sight of the whole.

For today, all you need is the grace to begin beginning.