... love is healing, even rootless love.
People who cannot feel punish those who do.
I simply adore being alone - I find it a consuming thirst - and when that thirst is slaked, then I am happy.
The minute one utters a certainty, the opposite comes to mind.
I feel happy to be keeping a journal again. I've missed it, missed naming things as they appear, missed the half hour when I push all duties aside and savor the experience of being alive in this beautiful place.
When you change the way you look at a thing, the thing itself changes...By mastering feelings, she had come to understand the meaning of discipline and its reward: freedom and power.