Stopping is a spiritual art. It is the refuge where we drink life in.

Every human being on the face of the earth has a steel plate in his head, but if you lie down now and then and get still as you can, it will slide open like elevator doors, letting in all the secret thoughts that have been standing around so patiently, pushing the button for a ride to the top. The real troubles in life happen when those hidden doors stay closed for too long.

I could even feel how perishable all my moments really were, how all my life they had come to me begging to be lived, to be cherished even.

She didn't even know how dangerous the truth could be, all the tiny, shattering seeds it carried.

Drifting off to sleep, I thought about her. How nobody is perfect. How you just have to close your eyes and breathe out and let the puzzle of the human heart be what it is.

the feminine journey is a story unfolding, and its epiphanies come through real things, through tangibles like walking sticks and dreams and deer antlers--all of which we might miss without taking time and space in Deep Being.

It's always been my hope that I would write a story that would inspire and would connect with people in a way that would touch hearts.