The Most Powerful Weapon Is Hope.

Water And Stone Flesh And Bone Night And Morn Rose And Thorn Tree And Wind Heart And Mind

I Have Listened To Many Tales In My Life, And Told A Few Of My Own. If This Has Taught Me Anything, It Is That There Are Some Occurrences That Change The Course Of Things, That Make An Alteration Far Beyond Their Own Apparent Magnitude. It Is Like The Throwing Of A Tiny Pebble Into A Pool, How It Makes An Ever-expanding Circle Of Ripples, Spreading Right Across The Water's Surface.

I Do Not View Suicide As Wicked, Just Terribly Sad. There Is Only One Death, But It Is Like A Stone Cast Into A Pond - The Ripples Stretch Far. Such An Act Must Leave A Burden Of Sorrow, Guilt, Shame And Confusion On An Entire Family. A Natural Death, Such As My Father Suffered, Is Hard Enough To Deal With. A Decision To End One's Life Must Be Still More Devastating For Those Left Behind. I Cannot Imagine The Degree Of Hopelessness Someone Must Feel To Contemplate Such An Act.

This Is A—a Proposal Of Marriage?” He Asked Me, And There Was The Very Smallest Trace Of A Smile At The Corner Of His Mouth, Something I Had Never Seen Before. “i Suppose So,” I Said, Blushing Again. “and, As You See, I’m Doing It Properly, On My Knees.” “this Would, However, Be A Partnership Of Equals You’re Offering, I Imagine?” “undoubtedly.” (448-49)

Eat Of My Deep Earth, Drink Of My Living Streams, For I Am Your Mother. Your Heart Is My Wild Drum, Your Breath My Eternal Song. If You Would Live, Dance With Me!