Lately, the world felt fragile, like a blown egg, as if it might shatter beneath a careless touch.

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.

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.

The place was a familiar as breath but as far from his life now as the moon.

His love for her was so deeply woven with resentment that he could not untangle the two.

Though Lexington is not a small town, it sometimes feels like one, with circles of acquaintance overlapping once, then again; the person you meet by chance at the library or the pool may turn out to be the best friend of your down-the-street neighbor. Maybe thats why people are so friendly here, so willing to be unhurried.

After all these years, I feel so free. Who knows where I might fly?