I marvel at how good I was before I met him, how I lived molded to the smallest space possible, my days the size of little beads that passed without passion through my fingers. So few people know what...
I learned how easy it is to give up and become draperies while everyone else is dancing.
I didn't know then what I wanted, but the ache for it was palpable.
How can I explain such a thing? I simply know it in the way I know there's an oak tree inside an acorn...I've come to know it only this night, but it has always been the tree in the acorn.
Honeybees depend not only on physical contact with the colony, but also require it's social companionship and support. Isolate a honeybee from her sisters and she will soon die.
As long as you live under my roof, you'll do what I say! he shouted.Then I'll find another roof, I thought.
Anyone can retire into a quiet place, wrote Evelyn Underhill, but it's the shutting of the door that makes the difference. Solitude is a time for stripping away everything in order to focus on God. (M...
There is a seed of light inside of us, a mysterious Inner Voice.
. . women internalize the feminine wound or feminine inferiority so deeply, there's little or no female authority and esteem to fall back on. So they seek it by adopting and pleasing patriarchal stand...
Where had I been that I didn't know about imaginary friends? I could see the point of it. How a lost part of yourself steps out and remind you who you could be with a little work.
When you're unsure of yourself, she said, when you start pulling back into doubt and small living, she's the one inside saying, 'Get up from there and live like the glorious girl you are.' She's the p...
They say you can bear anything if you can tell a story about it.
There is nothing perfect,' August said from the doorway. 'There is only life.
There is a fullness of time for things. You have to know when to prod and when to be quiet. When to let things take their course.
The first week at August's was a consolation, a pure relief. The world will give you that once in a while, a brief time-out; the boxing bell rings and you go to your corner, where somebody dabs mercy...
The core symbols we use for God represent what we take to be the highest good....These symbols or images shape our worldview, our ethical system, and our social practice--how we relate to one another....
Stories have to be told or they die, and when they die, we can't remember who we are or why we're here.
Some things were not possible in this world. Children did not have two parents who refused to love them. One, maybe, but for pity's sake, not two.
Professor Julius Lester, which I kept propped on my desk: History is not just facts and events. History is also a pain in the heart and we repeat history until we are able to make another’s pain in th...
Now and then sprays of rain flew over and misted our faces. Every time I refused to wipe away the wetness. It made the world seem so alive to me. I couldn't help but envy the way a good storm got ever...