We have to acknowledge sometimes that this moment is enough. This place is enough. I am enough.

I realized it for the first time in my life: there is nothing but mystery in the world, how it hides behind the fabric of our poor, browbeat days, shining brightly, and we don't even know it.

I realize what a strange in-between place I am in. The Young Woman inside has turned to go, but the Old Woman has not shown up.

I felt amazed at the choosing one had to do, over and over a million times daily--choosing love, then choosing it again...how loving and being in love could be so different.

Someone who thinks death is the scariest thing doesn't know a thing about life.

The body knows things a long time before the mind catches up to them. I was wondering what my body knew that I didn't.

There's nothing like a song about lost love to remind you how everything precious can slip from the hinges where you've hung it so careful.