In our own beginnings, we are formed out of the body's interior landscape. For a short while, our mothers' bodies are the boundaries and personal geography which are all that we know of the world...Once we no longer live beneath our mother's heart, it is the earth with which we form the same dependent relationship, relying...on its cycles and elements, helpless without its protective embrace.

All through my life I never did believe in human measurement. Numbers, time, inches, feet. All are just ploys for cutting nature down to size. I know the grand scheme of the world is beyond our brains to fathom, so I don't try, just let it in.

The world tips away when we look into our children's faces.

The universe is transformation.

There are ways of being abandoned even when your parents are right there.

I feel myself becoming less a person than a place, inhabited, a foreign land.

Your life feels different on you, once you greet death and understand your heart's position.