Flowers and plants are silent presences. They nourish every sense except the ear.
It is only when we can believe that we are creating the soul that life has any meaning, but when we can believe it - and I do and always have - then there is nothing we do that is without meaning and nothing that we suffer that does not hold the seed of creation in it.
Miracles cannot be explained, that is their miraculous nature.
Fighting dragons is my holy joy.
I love giving flowers. It is so deliciously unlasting and romantic.
One does not "find oneself" by pursuing one's self, but on the contrary by pursuing something else and learning through discipline or routine. . . who one is and wants to be.