You are going to feel like hell if you never write the stuff that is tugging on the sleeves in your heart--your stories, visions, memories, songs: your truth, your version of things, in your voice. Th...
Seeing yourself in print is such an amazing concept: you can get so much attention without having to actually show up somewhere. While others who have something to say or who want to be effectual, lik...
If you want to know how God feels about money, look at whom she gives it to.
Death is not the enemy; snakes are. And cheese: it is addictive and irresistible. I have had three kinds so far today.
Clutter and mess show us that life is being lived.
By the great Persian mystical poet Rumi: Where there is ruin, there is hope for a treasure.
You just have to see two or three feet ahead of you. This is right up there with the best advice about writing, or life, I have ever heard. So
Why couldn't Jesus command us to obsess over everything, to try to control and manipulate people, to try not to breathe at all, or to pay attention, stomp away to brood when people annoy us, and then...
When I had been writing food reviews for a number of years, there were so many restaurants and individual dishes in my brainpan that when people asked for a recommendation, I couldn’t think of a singl...
Underneath all things means that beneath the floorboards, in the depths, in the spaces between the pebbles or sandy floor that contain the pond, that hold our own inside person, is something that can'...
These are pictures of the people in my family where we look like the most awkward and desperate folk you ever saw, poster children for the human condition.
Some people wanted to get rich or famous, but my friends and I wanted to get real. We wanted to get deep. (Also, I suppose, we wanted to get laid.)
She walked to the front door. 'Hello?''Hello,' a woman's voice said.'Are you a Witness?''I swear to God I didn't see a thing.
She slept deeply, but as usual, she did not dream. It had been months; none of them was dreaming anymore. [p. 227]
Perfectionism is a mean, frozen form of idealism, while messes are the artist’s true friend.
Opening myself to my own love and to life's tough loveliness not only was the most delicious, amazing thing on earth but also was quantum. It would radiate out to a cold, hungry world. Beautiful momen...
One rarely knows where to begin the search for meaning, though by necessity, we can only start where we are.
My parents, teachers, and the culture I grew up in showed me a drawer in which to stuff my merciful nature, because mercy made me look vulnerable and foolish, and it made me less productive.
Like the Buddha and Jesus, who knew they couldn’t control our lives, but could infuse lives with their selves, we have been graced with a few people.
Life is like a nice fresh batch of Swiss cheese. Note to self: savor the holes, too, like the spaces between musical notes.
