The First Thing Is How Awful Cancer

This Is What Metaphor Is. It Is Not Saying That An Ant Is An Elephant. Perhaps; Both Are Alive. No. Metaphor Is Saying The Ant Is An Elephant. Now, Logically Speaking, I Know There Is A Difference. If You Put Elephants And Ants Before Me, I Believe That Every Time I Will Correctly Identify The Elephant And The Ant. So Metaphor Must Come From A Very Different Place Than That Of The Logical, Intelligent Mind. It Comes From A Place That Is Very Courageous, Willing To Step Out Of Our Preconceived Ways Of Seeing Things And Open So Large That It Can See The Oneness In An Ant And In An Elephant.

The Muscles Of Writing Are Not So Visible, But They Are Just As Powerful: Determination, Attention, Curiosity, A Passionate Heart.

Sometimes When You Think You Are Done, It Is Just The Edge Of Beginning. Probably That's Why We Decide We're Done. It's Getting Too Scary. We Are Touching Down Onto Something Real. It Is Beyond The Point When You Think You Are Done That Often Something Strong Comes Out.

I Remember A Friend Many Years Ago Who Had Taped A Sign To His Refrigerator: There's A Dream Dreaming Us. If You Try To Think About What That Means It Makes Your Mind Silly, But That Silliness Is Good.

Women Need Space And Silence. We Too Quickly Give Away Our Energy. There's Something About Holding That Richness.