Solitude is the salt of personhood. It brings out the authentic flavor of every experience.
... love is healing, even rootless love.
At any moment solitude may put on the face of loneliness.
Gardening is an instrument of grace.
Mountains define you. You cannot define / Them.
For me a true poem is on the way when I begin to be haunted, when it seems as if I were being asked an inescapable question by an angel with whom I must wrestle to get at the answer.