I like to take the time out to listen to the trees, much in the same way that I listen to a sea shell, holding my ear against the rough bark of the trunk, hearing the inner singing of the sap. It's a lovely sound, the beating of the heart of the tree.

Maybe you have to know the darkness before you can appreciate the light.

It is an extraordinary and beautiful thing that God, in creation. . . works with the beauty of matter; the reality of things; the discoveries of the senses, all five of them; so that we, in turn, may hear the grass growing; see a face springing to life in love and laughter. . . The offerings of creation. . . our glimpses of truth.

Goodness has never been a guarantee of safety.

Deepest communion with God is beyond words, on the other side of silence.

artists ... all have a need that cannot be met by another human being.

Wild nights are my glory!