Love Is Our Human Miracle.

The Beginner Hugs His Infant Poem To Him And Does Not Want It To Grow Up. But You May Have To Break Your Poem To Remake It.

Life Is Always Bringing Unexpected Gifts.

Though Friendship Is Not Quick To Burn It Is Explosive Stuff.

We Only Keep What We Lose.

I Feel Happy To Be Keeping A Journal Again. I've Missed It, Missed Naming Things As They Appear, Missed The Half Hour When I Push All Duties Aside And Savor The Experience Of Being Alive In This Beautiful Place.