Seems to me that there is no better way to experience the depth of loss than after the fact. No more powerful instrument of imbuing value in an object than parting with it.

The ocean is a place of skin, rich outer membranes hiding thick juicy insides, laden with the soup of being.

I am sure that inspiration will strike multiple times - it always does.

Being smart as a whip includes knowing when not to crack it.

Because without such a reprieve we cannot pause and regroup and with the newfound strength go on to initiate that very change which is sorely needed by all.

The heartland lies where the heart longs to be. Sometimes it takes a lifetime to find the true place to plant it.

Of course at that point I had no idea that the adventure was only beginning and that the struggle and the rejections were to pile before me, a typical young writer, in an implacable mountain. But I was on my way.