Mistakes are the usual bridge between inexperience and wisdom.

Mistakes are the usual bridge between inexperience and wisdom.

I think this is what hooks one to gardening: it is the closest one can come to being present at creation.

It does not matter whether one is at the giving or receiving end of love just as long as one is part of the process in some way. It is only when we become disconnected from the process altogether that we should begin to worry.

To send a letter is a good way to go somewhere, without moving anything but your heart.

To envy is to draw circles that isolate us from others, to take small, bitter trips that diminish the traveler.

one of my earliest joys as a parent lay in knowing that at the end of the day I had once again ushered three babies back to their beds, against the odds, unscathed and peaceful. Happiness was a houseful of safe, inert bodies. Actually, it still is.