“I was leaving the South to fling myself into the unknown . . .I was taking a part of the Southto transplant in alien soil,to see if it could grow differently,if it could drink of new and cool rains,bend in strange winds,respond to the warmth of other sunsand, perhaps, to bloom”

“Solitude is the soil in which genius is planted, creativity grows, and legends bloom; faith in oneself is the rain that cultivates a hero to endure the storm, and bare the genesis of a new world, a new forest.”

“A tree grows into the air because it grows out of the air. The bulk of the tree is not made from the soil beneath- indeed, the soil is in large part made by the tree. Both soil and tree are made from the sun and wind and rain. The land is just a place to stand.”

“A time, a space, a different place/ How perfect we might be/ I would be the wind that blows/ You’d be that Willow tree/ And I could never bare the thought of you not by my side/ So I would be the warmth of day/ You’d be the cool of night”

“Just as I felt the warmth of darkness, I could feel the cool breeze of divnity ”

“Just as I'd felt the warmth of darkness, I could feel the cool breeze of divinity.”