Being good felt like a heavy coat, so I took it off.

Where we live in the world is never one place. Our hearts, those dogged mirrors, keep flashing us moons before we are ready for them.

Energy is everything. Rubbing happy and sad together creates energy.

only kindness that raises its head from the crowd of the world to say it is I you have been looking for, and then goes with you everywhere like a shadow or a friend.

The thousands small birds of January in their smooth soaring cloud finding the trees.

Being alive is a common road. It's what we notice makes us different.

Facts interest me less than the trailing smoke of stories.