All night my heart makes its way however it can over the rough ground of uncertainties, but only until night meets and then is overwhelmed by morning, the light deepening, the wind easing and just waiting, as I too wait (and when have I ever been disappointed?) for redbird to sing

Isn’t it wonderful the way the world holds both the deeply serious, and the unexpectedly mirthful?

A dog is adorable and noble, a dog is a true and loving friend. A dog is also a hedonist.

You only have to let the soft animal of your body love what it loves.

I believe in kindness. Also in mischief.

There is only one question: / how to love this world.

What can we do but keep on breathing in and out, modest and willing, and in our places?