Our moods and insights are transitory. This current is a flow of grace moving us to our right livelihood, companions, destiny.

The need to be a great artist makes it hard to be an artist. The need to produce a great work of art makes it hard to produce any art at all.

Art is the imagination at play in the field of time. Let yourself play.

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.

Setting skepticism aside, even briefly, can make for very interesting explorations. It is not necessary that we change any of our beliefs. It is necessary that we examine them.

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

I am what I am again: a writer. I have metabolized the injury into art.