Fairy tales are more than true; not because they tell us that dragons exist, but because they tell us that dragons can be beaten.
Love is an act of endless forgiveness, a tender look which becomes a habit. ~Peter Ustinov
My work is loving the world.
Here the sunflowers, there the hummingbird —
equal seekers of sweetness.
Here the quickening yeast; there the blue plums.
Here the clam deep in Continue reading
And the day came when the risk to remain tight in a bud was more painful than the risk it took to blossom.
During the 2008 presidential election, a pundit speculated about why Barack Obama’s autobiography was titled Dreams of My Father. The article implied that, in so titling his book, he wasn’t showing proper respect or sufficient appreciation for his mother, the parent who had raised him mostly on her own. I remember thinking at the time that the person who wrote the article must have been raised in a two-parent household.
Light will someday split you open
Even if your life is now a cage.
Little by little, You will turn into stars.
Little by little, Continue reading
In out-of-the-way places of the heart,
Where your thoughts never think to wander,
This beginning has been quietly forming,
Waiting until you were ready to emerge.
For a long time it has watched your desire, Continue reading