The Ancient People Perceived The World And

Things Which Don't Shift And Grow Are Dead Things.

The Snow ... Came In Thick Tufts Like New Wool - Washed Before The Weaver Spins It.

Relationships. That's All There Really Is. There's Your Relationship With The Dust That Just Blew In Your Face, Or With The Person Who Just Kicked You End Over End. ... You Have To Come To Terms, To Some Kind Of Equilibrium, With Those People Around You, Those People Who Care For You, Your Environment.

I Write In Order To Find Out What I Truly Know And How I Really Feel About Certain Things. Writing Requires Me To Go Much Deeper Into My Thoughts And Memories Than Conversation Does. Writing Provides The Solitude Necessary To Reflect On Being In This World.

As Long As The Hummingbird Had Not Abandoned The Land, Somewhere There Were Still Flowers, And They Could All Go On.