The Rope Burns Of Grief
Grief is the rope burns left behind when what we have held to most dearly is pulled out of reach, beyond our grasp. Stephen Levine
Calling All Angels
“Because my thoughts could not be relayed over a regular phone line, I wanted them to be carried on the wind. So I named it the wind telephone …” Itaru Sasaki, Really Long Distance
It Could Mean Everything
Hope is like a bird that senses the dawn and carefully starts to sing while it is still dark. Unknown
A Box Full Of Darkness
Someone I loved once gave me a box full of darkness. It took me years to understand that this, too, was a gift. Mary Oliver
Our Short, Sweet Lives
It’s life, Sidda. You don’t figure it out. You just climb on the beast and ride. Rebecca Wells, The Divine Secrets of the Ya-Ya Sisterhood