Our stories make us who we are. And each story has its own purpose and its own reward. Each story rings true and each story is worthy of the ages. There is no such thing as an insignificant life. Laurence Overmire, New York Minute: An Actor's Memoir Here, in the sweetness of predawn I sit
It is in solitude that we discover that being is more important than having and that we are worth more than the results of our efforts. In solitude we discover that our life is not a possession to be defended but a gift to be shared. Henri Nouwen Today, I’m joining in with a group
Dance is the hidden language of the soul. Martha Graham It’s warm—uncomfortably warm. There is no air conditioning in Vanier Hall and it seems that this last weekend in June is always warm. Nevertheless, we gladly endure the stuffy heat in the auditorium to watch our granddaughter’s annual dance recital. We’ve got the same seats
Outside the open window The morning air is all awash with angels. Richard Wilbur, Collected Poems, 1943-2004 I’m outside with Maya just after 4:00 a.m. It’s still, and just starting to get light; the morning air is fresh and cool. It’s a peaceful and promising start to the day. We have an agreement when Gerry
She feels about being alone the way most people feel about chocolate. Anna Quindlen, Lots of Candles, Plenty of Cake I intend to speak to no one today except for my Yorkie, Maya. I will bathe in solitude and sunshine, spending an abundance of time on my deck with my manuscript, a notebook, and a