Once more I realize that solitude is my element, and the reason is that extreme awareness of other people (all naturally solitary people must feel this) precludes awareness of one's self, so after a while the self no longer knows that it exists.
Loneliness is the poverty of self; solitude is the richness of self.
Don't forget that compared to a grownup person every baby is a genius.
Flowers and plants are silent presences. They nourish every sense except the ear.
Try making a poem as if it were a table, clear and solid, standing there outside you.
Everything that slows us down and forces patience, everything that sets us back into the slow circles of nature, is a help. Gardening is an instrument of grace.