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.

As long as people have been on this earth, the moon has been a mystery to us. Think about it. She is strong enough to pull the oceans, and when she dies away, she always comes back again. My mama used to tell me Our Lady lived on the moon and that I should dance when her face was bright and hibernate when it was dark.

Nobody should go through life without falling in love.

Nothing is fair in this world. You might as well get that straight right now

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.

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.

My mother's life was way too heavy for me.