My Deepest Awareness Of Myself Is That

I Knew There Was Only One Place To Go. I Sank Down Into The Center Of My Soul, Grew Still, And Listened To The Rabbi's Heartbeat.

Shame--what Happened When My Mother, The Dragon, Huffed And Puffed And Blew My Self Down.

Tragedy Is That Our Attention Centers On What People Are Not, Rather Than On What They Are And Who They Might Become.

Jesus Hung Out With Ragamuffins.

Those Who Have The Disease Called Jesus Will Never Be Cured.