“...you are a river rock and belong in a stream - not here in this upper room sinking in my bed...”

“...when you enter a room, my wound opens, but there is light, always light, when you come in...”

“...if it weren't for you, mornings wouldn't be so comforting - slippers wouldn't scrape through the rooms of my heart...”

“...loveliness is the Milky Way... but also all the myriad points of radiance streaming from your beauty...”

“... the scarlet thread,the red clay from which we were made, runs in tiny streams through all our veins, reminding us of where we began...”

“...and here's a secret for you - everything beautiful is sad...gilded with impermanence...”

“...here's what I've learned - people will hurt you, but you don't have to respond - not every mean comment or cruel act deserves to be noticed ...”