A dream is the key that unlocks the mysteries of the waking world.

I should have realized, when Cathal kissed me in the hallway, that my response was the first raindrop heralding a storm.

You cannot poison what is between us with your foul words. She is my light in the darkness and Johnny is my pathway ahead.

And as I watched him, I knew that in every dark night there was, somewhere, a small light burning that could never be quenched.

In all experience, there is something to be learned. In deepest sorrow, wisdom is found. In the well of despair, hope rises.

Eat of my deep earth, drink of my living streams, for I am your Mother. Your heart is my wild drum, your breath my eternal song. If you would live, dance with me!

We draw our strength from the great oaks of the forest. As they take their nourishment from the soil, and from the rains that feed the soil, so we find our courage in the pattern of living things around us. They stand through storm and tempest. They grow and renew themselves. Like a grove of young oaks, we remain strong.