Love Is Our Human Miracle.

For Of Course One Is Never Safe When In Love. Growth Is Demanding And May Seem Dangerous, For There Is Loss As Well As Gain In Growth. But Why Go On Living If One Has Ceased To Grow? And What More Demanding Atmosphere For Growth Than Love In Any Form, Than Any Relationship Which Can Call Out And Requires Of Us Our Most Secret And Deepest Selves?

Does One Come To Enjoy Even The Hardships That Help Make One The Person One Is? Or Is It That The Past Becomes A Legend To Be Remembered With Laughter?

Flowers And Plants Are Silent Presences. They Nourish Every Sense Except The Ear.

When I Am Working I Immediately Feel Hopeful.

Inside My Mother's Death / I Lay And Could Not Breathe.