About Loving, I Have Little To Learn

Solitude Is One Thing And Loneliness Is Another.

In The Garden The Door Is Always Open Into The "holy" - Growth, Birth, Death. Every Flower Holds The Whole Mystery In Its Short Cycle, And In The Garden We Are Never Far Away From Death, The Fertilizing, Good, Creative Death.

It Is Good For A Professional To Be Reminded That His Professionalism Is Only A Husk, That The Real Person Must Remain An Amateur, A Lover Of The Work.

Mountains Define You. You Cannot Define / Them.

Pain Can Make A Whole Winter Bright, Like Fever, Force Us To Live Deep And Hard.