Progress, not perfection, is what we should be asking of ourselves.

Writing just for the hell of it is heaven.

The doing of something productive regardless of the outcome is an act of faith. The doing of a small something when a large something is too much for us is perhaps especially an act of faith. Faith means going forward by whatever means we can.

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

Any little bit of experimenting in self-nurturance is very frightening for most of us.

It is the use of creativity which heals the creative wound.

Treating myself like a precious object will make me strong.