Failure Is What We're All Running From,

In A Way, The Cancer Became An Ally Because It Stopped Me From Running Around So Much. I Was Able To Settle Down And Write Things I Hadn't Had A Chance To Before.

Life Is Not Orderly. No Matter How We Try To Make Life So, Right In The Middle Of It We Die, Lose A Leg, Fall In Love, Drop A Jar Of Applesauce. In Summer, We Work Hard To Make A Tidy Garden, Bordered By Pansies With Rows Or Clumps Of Columbine, Petunias, Bleeding Hearts. Then We Find Ourselves Longing For The Forest, Where Everything Has The Appearance Of Disorder; Yet We Feel Peaceful There.

I'm Never Ashamed To Read A Book Twice Or As Many Times As I Want. We Never Expect To Drink A Glass Of Water Just Once In Our Lives. A Book Can Be That Essential, Too.

We Walk Through So Many Myths Of Each Other And Ourselves; We Are So Thankful When Someone Sees Us For Who We Are And Accepts Us.

I Still Write With Pen And Paper And Have Someone Type It On A Computer. But Rewriting I Do By Hand.