Try to live as if there were a God
I hear the singing of the lives of women. They clear mystery, the offering, and pride.
dogma and shrinking from the external world are at one limit of the range of belief. At the other are science and poetry and, indeed, reality.
The journey is my home.
Beware of those who talk about sacrifice.
Nourish beginnings, let us nourish beginnings. Not all things are blest, but the seeds of all things are blest. The blessing is in the seed.