At Sunrise Everything Is Luminous But Not

A Mystery Of The Universe Is How It Has Managed To Survive With So Much Volunteer Help.

As For My Father, I Never Knew Whether He Believed God Was A Mathematician But He Certainly Believed God Could Count And That Only By Picking Up God's Rhythms Were We Able To Regain Power And Beauty. Unlike Many Presbyterians, He Often Used The Word "beautiful.

At The Time I Did Not Know That Stories Of Life Are Often More Like Rivers Than Books.

I Am Haunted By Waters.

When Exhausted And Feeling Sorry For Yourself, At Least Change Your Socks.