After forty years, with whatever authority comes from lived experience, I can say: You, too, can create something. You can nurture it and watch it grow.

After forty years, with whatever authority comes from lived experience, I can say: You, too, can create something. You can nurture it and watch it grow.

The sun isn't your friend. It didn't laugh at that stupid little joke. But when the business failed, when your beauty failed, when you should have gone home but spent the night, the sun kept shining.

In my more lucid moments I know that God is right here, right now; that God is the luminous mystery at the heart of creation and that God is here in the joys and sorrows of the world. And I try to see God in everything and treat all life with reverence.

I'm looking for a writer who doesn't know where the sentence is leading her; a writer who starts with her obsessions and whose heart is bursting with love, a writer sly enough to give the slip to her secret police, the ones who know her so well, the ones with the power to accuse and condemn in the blink of an eye. It's all right that she doesn't know what she's thinking until she writes it, as if the words already exist somewhere and draw her to them. She may not know how she got there, but she knows when she's arrived.

How important to set aside time each day for the unknowable. How important to reach out: it doesn't matter that I don't yet believe.