Read between the lines.Then meet me in the silence if you can.
True gardeners cannot bear a glove Between the sure touch and the tender root.
How much hope, expectation, and sheer hard work goes into the smallest success! There is no being sure of anything except that whatever has been created will change in time.
I suppose real old age begins when one looks backward rather than forward
We have to dare to be ourselves, however frightening or strange that self may prove to be.
She became for me an island of light, fun, wisdom where I could run with my discoveries and torments and hopes at any time of day and find welcome.