The more our bodies fail us, the more naked and more demanding is the spirit, the more open and loving we can become if we are not afraid of what we are and of what we feel. I am not a phoenix yet, but here among the ashes, it may be that the pain is chiefly that of new wings trying to push through.

About loving, I have little to learn from the young.

Old age is not an illness, it is a timeless ascent. As power diminishes, we grow toward the light.

The body is a universe in itself and must be held as sacred as anything in creation....It is dangerous to forget the body as sacramental.

Mountains define you. You cannot define / Them.

Gardening is the instrument of grace.

When we admit our vulnerability, we include others. If we deny it, we shut them out.