I Vividly Remember The Summer Of 1964

Honeybees Depend Not Only On Physical Contact With The Colony, But Also Require It's Social Companionship And Support. Isolate A Honeybee From Her Sisters And She Will Soon Die.

You Have To Know When To Prod And When To Be Quiet, When To Let Things Take Their Course.

I Marvel At How Good I Was Before I Met Him, How I Lived Molded To The Smallest Space Possible, My Days The Size Of Little Beads That Passed Without Passion Through My Fingers. So Few People Know What They're Capable Of. At Forty-two I'd Never Done Anything That Took My Own Breath Away, And I Suppose Now That Was Part Of The Problem - My Chronic Inability To Astonish Myself.

When It Comes To Religion Today, We Tend To Be Long On Butterflies And Short On Cocoons. Somehow We're Going To Have To Relearn That The Deep Things Of God Don't Come Suddenly.

I Came To Believe That My True Identity Goes Beyond The Outer Roles I Play. It Transcends The Ego. I Came To Understand That There Is An Authentic 'i' Within - An 'i Am,' Or Divine Spark Within The Soul.