Start a huge, foolish project, like Noah…it makes absolutely no difference what people think of you.
I do not know who lives here in my chest, or why the smile comes. I am not myself, more the bare green knob of a rose that lost every leaf and petal to the morning wind.
You live in my heart where no one sees you but I do. That vision becomes this art.
Suffering is a gift; in its hidden mercy
Don't insist on going where you think you want to go. Ask the way to the spring.
Whenever you are alone, remind yourself that God has sent everyone else away so that there is only you and Him.