The Sweetness Of Reunion Is The Joy

...for We Are All Amateurs At Life, But If We Do Not Focus Too Much On Our Mistakes, A Miraculous Picture Emerges. And We Learn That It's Not The Beauty Of The Image That Warrants Our Gratitude--it's The Chance To Paint.

I Am A Believer In Angels, Though Not The Picture-book Kind With Wings And Harps. Such Angelic Accoutrements Seem As Nonsensical To Me As Devils Sporting Horns And Carrying Pitchforks. To Me, Angel Wings Are Merely Symbolic Of Their Role As Divine Messengers.

Sometimes Its Not The Strength But Gentleness That Cracks The Hardest Shells.

Love Is Never Convenient-and Rarely Painless

I Believe That In Spite Of The Chains We Bind Ourselves With, There's A Primordial Section Of The Human Psyche That Is Still Nomadic And Still Yearns To Roam Free.