I would like to believe when I die that I have given myself away like a tree that sows seed every spring and never counts the loss, because it is not loss, it is adding to future life. It is the tree's way of being. Strongly rooted perhaps, but spilling out its treasure on the wind.

... love is healing, even rootless love.

Try making a poem as if it were a table, clear and solid, standing there outside you.

There is a proper balance between not asking enough of oneself and asking or expecting too much.

Gardening is the instrument of grace.

have the courage to write whatever your dream is for yourself.

When it comes to the important things one is always alone.