I am encouraged as I look at some of those who have listened to their "different drum": Einstein was hopeless at school math and commented wryly on his inadequacy in human relations. Winston Churchill was an abysmal failure in his early school years. Byron, that revolutionary student, had to compensate for a club foot; Demosthenes for a stutter; and Homer was blind. Socrates couldn't manage his wife, and infuriated his countrymen. And what about Jesus, if we need an ultimate example of failure with one's peers? Or an ultimate example of love?

Because we fail to listen to each other's stories, we are becoming a fragmented human race.

Sometimes when we aren't looking, the holiness comes breaking through like a rainbow.

When we celebrate Christmas, we are celebrating that amazing time when the Word that shouted all the galaxies into being limited all power and, for love of us, came to us in the powerless body of a human baby.

I would like to travel light on this journey of life, to get rid of the encumbrances I acquire each day.

You learn to write by doing it.

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