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.

I came across an interesting little article the other day that claimed you could make a big difference in your life by changing one word…

A few months ago I had a dream about my dad, who died in 2007. He was talking on the phone with two rather verbally abusive people...

I never thought it would happen to me. I know that's trite but there was some secret part of my mind that never believed I would get old.

Don't discount those small kindnesses you offer to others. Tiny things can matter as much as big.

If I allow my mind to still, if I let go of my need to control, sometimes I ease into a quiet state where time does not hold me captive.

Some part of me had known I was in denial when I sat on that cold kitchen floor. But I denied my denial.

When others are grateful toward you for what you have done, it makes you want to do more for them. This has the same effect on...

No one could discern the roots of that terror. It was strangely elusive, perhaps from a time or place where there were no words.

Moving just a degree or two differently from where I am heading now might work.

Something has been pulling on me, calling me to simplify, ease down, clear space to make room for something...new? different? re-focused?

I didn't feel good there, but sometimes I felt a little less bad. A tiny shift, but it was a start.