A shiver runs down your spine when you realize it is not our imagination. Something is watching us out there.

... where do they go when they die? We hear of the elephant graveyards, where the elephants go to die, but how much more curious it is that birds are not falling out of the sky all the time, on our heads, at our feet, dying and falling and flopping to the ground. I rarely see a dead bird on the ground.

To believe in God or in a guiding force because someone tells you to is the height of stupidity. We are given senses to receive our information within. With our own eyes we see, and with our own skin we feel. With our intelligence, it is intended that we understand. But each person must puzzle it out for himself or herself.

Prayer is a law of the universe, like gravity. You don't even have to believe in God to ask.

Sometimes writer's block is no more than a signal that you have not done enough research.

A shiver runs down your spine when you realize it is not our imagination. Something is watching us out there.

Angels live no place, as God lives no place. They live in the space of eternity, in the center of our hearts, and sometimes I think we each serve as the channels and angels of God, touched by wings of silence, pushed to angelic acts.