The challenges in this place are real and sometimes very difficult, but I've learned to slow down and look for beauty in my days, for the mysteries and blessings woven into everything, into the very words we speak.

It wasn't right. He knew that, but it was like falling: once you started you couldn't stop until something stopped you.

Grief, it seemed, was a physical place.

No one could suspect the intricate mysteries of her heart.

She didn't love him and he didn't love her; she was like an addiction, and what they were doing had a darkness to it, a weight.

They turned a distracted gaze on the world, wide-eyed, somehow, and questioning.

You can't spend the rest of your life tiptoeing around to try and avert disaster. It won't work. You'll just end up missing the life you have.