Survival lies in sanity, and sanity lies in paying attention...the capacity for delight is the gift of paying attention.

An artist requires the upkeep of creative solitude. An artist requires the healing of time alone. Without this period of recharging, our artist becomes depleted. Until we experience the freedom of solitude, we cannot connect authentically. We may be enmeshed, but we are not encountered. Art lies in the moment of encounter. We meet our truth and we meet ourselves and we meet our self-expression.

Agendas tend to drain the life out of relationships.

Love is the substance of all life. Everything is connected in love, absolutely everything.

Writing is like breathing, it's possible to learn to do it well, but the point is to do it no matter what.

By listening to the creator within, we are led to our right path.

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.