Ponder that. Roll it over in your mind. See if it works for you. May it bring you some ease.

I find out, again and again, that the world carries on without me.

A playful way to discharge negative feelings!

...the ocean of longing shifts through me, the blessed inner star of navigation moves in the dark sky above...

A pause allows body, soul and brain to assimilate the new...

True fairy-stories give “a fleeting glimpse of Joy, Joy beyond the walls of the world, poignant as grief.” JRR Tolkien

Think millefiori meets interplanetary/biologist/geologist/exquisitely talented glass artist!

There is a sacredness in tears….They speak more eloquently than ten thousand tongues…

Ease from “footies!” Plus life as a patient has deeply informed a physician’s practice. She has distilled this wisdom….

Sometimes the brain comes up with strange things as it tries to make sense of what it *thinks* it is hearing...

From this perspective, to be a beginner is a gift. And what a wonderful way to approach the world, other people and our own psyches.

My 1st song in 30 years rises behind my eyes, begging to come out. I'm trying to sing the stars, thirsting to sing the stars.

Can we honor our common grief, our common tendencies to slide into all-or-nothing in the aftermath of these terrible traumatic events?

There was a whir of wings, a little flash of grey and white, and a tiny bird landed on the outer edge of the deck. We held our breaths.

After all these years I'm still amazed when those minuscule seeds grow into plants hundreds of times bigger than their infant selves.

All that I hoped to say in books, all that I ever hoped to say, is that I love the world. E. B. White

This is a bit odd, I thought...Of course, you can pick my experience to pieces logically if you want to. I'm choosing to take it as a gift.

In the artist's journey these inner fears often *are* the Threshold Guardians: I'm not a good enough. This is stupid. Nobody will like it.

There are lots of things to be afraid of as a writer--being exposed, ignored, ridiculed. But there’s also elation, even wonder, as I write.

Never really listened to the words for any Grateful Dead songs. True statement. Never listened to or looked at the words, fool that I was.