When I listen to love, I am listening to my true nature. When I express love, I am expressing my true nature. All of us love. All of us do it more and more perfectly. The past has brought us both ashes and diamonds. In the present we find the flowers of what we've planted and the seeds of what we are becoming. I plant the seeds of love in my heart. I plant the seeds of love in the hearts of others.

When we clear the physical clutter from our lives, we literally make way for inspiration and 'good, orderly direction' to enter.

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

Art opens the closets, airs out the cellars and attics. It brings healing.

Writing is an act of cherishing... It is an act of love.

Artists are visionaries. We routinely practice a form of faith, seeing clearly and moving toward a creative goal that shimmers in the distance - often visible to us, but invisible to those around us.

As children we hoard and gloat over words. Words give ownership: we name our world and we claim it...Children trust the power of words.