A moment of grace. There rose up within me a profound sense of being loved. I felt "gathered together" and encircled by a Presence completely loving, as if I were enveloped by the music of a love song created just for me. It was not overwhelming or even emotional. Just a warm knowing that I was in God's loving embrace...centered and unified there. [Love]encounters cannot be analyzed, only shared. If you take a butterfly, Robert Frost said, and pin it down into a box, you no longer have a butterfly.

Unraveling external selves and coming home to our real identity is the true meaning of soul work.

I know you've run away - everybody gets the urge to do that some time - but sooner or later you'll want to go home.

For me, creativity is essentially a spiritual experience, a conversation between my soul and me.

Betrayal of any kind is hard, but betrayal by one's religion is excruciating. It makes you want to rage and weep.

T. Ray said 'Who do you think you are? Julias Shakespeare?' The man sincerely thought that was Shakespeare's first name, and if you think I should have corrected him, you are ignorant about the art of survival.

I wished she'd been smart enough, or loving enough, to realize everybody has burdens that crush them, only they don't give up their children.