All I Will Never Know

Carrying home a bag of books I think of all the books I will never know about because you will not show them to me. I think of the loss of knowledge, all the things I will never know because you are not here to tell me. I cannot ask questions, I cannot be reminded. Elizabeth Alexander

A Life To Call My Own

There is only one life you can call your own and a thousand others you can call by any name you want. David Whyte

Just To Be Alive

… it is a serious thing just to be alive on this fresh morning in the broken world. Mary Oliver

I Am Becoming …

These mountains that you are carrying, you were only supposed to climb. Najwa Zebian

The Silence Of Attention

Have you ever heard the wonderful silence just before the dawn? Or the quiet and calm just as a storm ends? Or perhaps you know the silence when you haven’t the answer to a question you’ve been asked, or the hush of a country road at night, or the expectant pause of a room full of people when someone is just about to speak, or, most beautiful of all, the moment after the door closes and you’re alone in the whole house? Each one is different, you know, and all very beautiful if you listen carefully. The Phantom Tollbooth

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