Sometimes I need only to stand wherever I am to be blessed.

Every day I see or hear something that more or less kills me with delight, that leaves me like a needle in the haystack of light.

Walks work for me. I enter some arena that is neither conscious or unconscious.

Listen--are you breathing just a little, and calling it a life?

I GO DOWN TO THE SHORE I go down to the shore in the morning and depending on the hour the waves are rolling in or moving out, and I say, oh, I am miserable, what shall— what should I do? And the sea says in its lovely voice: Excuse me, I have work to do.

...there was a new voice which you slowly recognized as your own, that kept you company as you strode deeper and deeper into the world, determined to do the only thing you could do -- determined to save the only life you could save.

And who will care, who will chide you if you wander away from wherever you are, to look for your soul?