Someone once told me that the finer points of devotion are about the size of a pinhole, and there are millions of them. And if you could connect each dot, then you’ve got a diagram of what you think you thought you knew, and if you’re willing to admit that you know nothing…you have the blueprint for a breakthrough.

A question like “do you love me?” was an itch our doctors told us not to scratch.

I sit before flowers 
hoping they will train me in the art 
of opening up

You see, the deaf have an intimacy with silence. It’s there in their dreams.

To discover the thing you're brilliant at you first have to endure realizing all the things you're average at.

I sit before flowers hoping they will train me in the art of opening up I stand on mountain tops believing that avalanches will teach me to let go I know nothing but I am here to learn.

I will not stop. I will not slow down. I will not pull over to ask for directions. I will build the road that takes me where I want to be and I will drive, drive, drive. I will drive until the vehicle around me breaks down, falls apart and tumbles into useless debris... and then I will walk.