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 

May whatever breaks be reconstructed by the sea with the long labor of its tides. Pablo Neruda

Sometimes it takes darkness and the sweet confinement of your aloneness to learn that anything or anyone that does not bring you alive is too small for you. David Whyte

My mind is a bad neighborhood I try not to go into alone. Anne Lamott

On Betty’s journey, I have learned something I had not known; I am very strong, strong enough to stay, strong enough to go when the time comes. I am staying not to cling on, but because sometime, at least once, everyone should see someone all the way through. All the way home. John Hodgman, Bettyville […]