There are things we see with our eyes, sitting high and looking out. And there are things we see with our hearts, sitting still and looking in.

Love, even that love which is imagined, is sometimes all we have to get us through.

We just never know. We think we do. We think we have life figured out, and in our arrogance we become hard. But life has a way of humbling us, of softening us.

In the end . . . . . . . Stand where we feel led. Stand straight, stand tall, and try to remember that other folks might be led to stand elsewhere.

There are things we see with our eyes, sitting high and looking out. And there are things we see with our hearts, sitting still and looking in.

Write letters to your grandmother. She will love it. And leave you money in her will.

When love takes you by the hand and leaves you better, that is home. That's the place to stake your claim and build your life.