Help one another is part of the religion of our sisterhood.

I often think flowers are the angels' alphabet whereby they write on hills and fields mysterious and beautiful lessons for us to feel and learn.

The power of finding beauty in the humblest things makes home happy and life lovely.

Resolved to take fate by the throat and shake a living out of her.

Painful as it may be, a significant emotional event can be the catalyst for choosing a direction that serves us - and those around us - more effectively. Look for the learning.

I don't think secrets agree with me, I feel rumpled up in mind since you told me that.

I wish I had no heart, it aches so.