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.

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.

In the photograph by my bed my mother is perpetually smiling on me. I guess I have forgiven us both, although sometimes in the night my dreams will take me back to the sadness, and I have to wake up and forgive us again.

Make the world better. Take the meanness out of people's hearts.

We are so limited, you have to use the same word for loving Rosaleen as you do for loving Coke with peanuts. Isn't that a shame we don't have many more ways to say it?

We walked along the river with the words streaming behind us like ribbons in the night.

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