Being Alive Is A Common Road. It's

For You Who Came So Far; For You Who Held Out, Wearing A Black Scarf To Signify Grief; For You Who Believe True Love Can Find You Amidst This Atlas Of Tears Linking One Town To Its Own Memory Of Mortar, When It Was Still A Dream To Be Built And People Moved There, Believing, And Someone With Sky And Birds In His Heart Said This Would Be A Good Place For A Park.

If A Teacher Told Me To Revise, I Thought That Meant My Writing Was A Broken-down Car That Needed To Go To The Repair Shop. I Felt Insulted. I Didn't Realize The Teacher Was Saying, 'make It Shine. It's Worth It.' Now I See Revision As A Beautiful Word Of Hope. It's A New Vision Of Something. It Means You Don't Have To Be Perfect The First Time. What A Relief!

Today You Will Say Things You Can Predict And Other Things You Could Never Imagine This Minute. Don't Reject Them, Let Them Come Through When They're Ready, Don't Think You Can Plan It Al Out. This Day Will Never, No Matter How Long You Live, Happen Again. It Is Exquisitely Singular. It Will Never Again Be Exactly Repeated.

It Was Terrible When A Single Conversation With Someone Determined Your Whole Future Relationship.

The Hands Are Churches That Worship The World.