The tale is often wiser than the teller.

Sometimes we have so much to say, we cannot say it. Sometimes it's best we do not say goodbyes.

Perfection is a moving target

Which people take the time to care for their souls, these days? I reckon not many. But...hear this: I think that maybe in our lives - in our scrabbling for food, in the washing of our bodies and warming of them, in our small daily battles - we can forget our souls. We do not tend to them, as if they matter less. But I don't think they matter less.

Love is as varied and unpredictable as the rain is: it comes in constant summer drizzles, or sudden, unforseen storms that make rivers burst their banks and Cornish fishing boats rock and spill and lose their crew in the Atlantic.

Imagine it. Use all your strength and imagine it exactly. And it will happen that way.

But maybe the best thing I learnt was this: that we cannot know a person's soul and nature until we've sat beside them, and talked.