“Very little grows on jagged rock. Be ground. Be crumbled, so wildflowers will come up where you are.”

“The ground's generosity takes in our compost and grows beauty! Try to be more like the ground.”

“I want to be where your bare foot walks, because maybe before you step, you'll look at the ground. I want that blessing”

“How will you know the difficulties of being human, if you are always flying off to blue perfection? Where will you plant your grief seeds? Workers need ground to scrape and hoe, not the sky of unspecified desire.”

“Sorrow prepares you for joy. It violently sweeps everything out of your house, so that new joy can find space to enter. It shakes the yellow leaves from the bough of your heart, so that fresh, green leaves can grow in their place. It pulls up the rotten roots, so that new roots hidden beneath have room to grow. Whatever sorrow shakes from your heart, far better things will take their place.”

“At the end of my life, with just one breath left, if you come, I’ll sit up and sing.”

“This place is a dream. Only a sleeper considers it real. Then death comes like dawn, and you wake up laughing at what you thought was your grief.”