I Believe That With Enough Practice And

I Confess, Right At The Start, To The Doubts - And Sometimes Outright Dreads - That Go With Me As I Climb The Stairs To My Study In The Morning, Coffee Mug In Hand: I Have To Admit To The Habitual Apprehension Mixed With A Sort Of Reverence, As I Light The Incense . . . And Wonder: What Is Going To Happen Today? Will Anything Happen? Will The Angel Come Today?

Dreams Say What They Mean, But They Don't Say It In Daytime Language.

Something's Your Vocation If It Keeps Making More Of You.

At Times ... One Is Downright Thankful For The Self-absorption Of Other People.

Hope Does Not Necessarily Have To Take An Object.