Angels come in all sizes and shapes and colors, visible and invisible to the physical eye. But always you are changed from having seen one.

... 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.

We write to understand our deepest secrets to ourselves, to understand. We write in an outpouring of love. We write in secret, either for publication or for a journal no one will see, or we write poems to be privately printed for the eyes of friends alone - this is not our choice. The urge is to create. The outcome belongs to God.

The urge is to create. The outcome belongs to God.

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

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

So loving is the universe, so joyful, so determined to give us everything we need and to love us and show us the way to live, too, that we are beaten to the ground, boiled by God's waves, as we play in the surf.