Actually, Every Time We Begin, We Wonder

I Had Cancer For Fourteen Months And Wrote A Memoir About The Experience.

Let's Say I've Directed That [writing] Energy Into Writing My Latest Book But Suddenly, I Really Want To Write About An Onion. I Don't Say To Myself, "no, You Have Stay On The Subject," Because I Know That The Longer I Stay On The Subject The More Boring I Get. So, If My Mind Wants To Write About An Onion, It Might Be A Deeper Way To Go Into What I'm Working On, Even Though It Might Seem Irrelevant. This Is How I've Learned To Follow My Mind.

We Are Each A Concert Reverberating With Our Whole Lives And Reflecting And Amplifying The World Around Us.

I Write Because I Am Alone And Move Through The World Alone. No One Will Know What Has Passed Through Me... I Write Because There Are Stories That People Have Forgotten To Tell, Because I Am A Woman Trying To Stand Up In My Life... I Write Out Of Hurt And How To Make Hurt Okay; How To Make Myself Strong And Come Home, And It May Be The Only Real Home I'll Ever Have.

We Should Notice That We Are Already Supported At Every Moment. There Is The Earth Below Our Feet And There Is The Air, Filling Our Lungs And Emptying Them. We Should Begin From This When We Need Support.