Women's Work Is Always Toward Wholeness.

O Cruel Cloudless Space, And Pale Bare Ground Where The Poor Infant Lies! Why Do We Feel Restored As In A Sacramental Place? Here Mystery Is Artifice, And Here A Vision Of Such Peace Is Stored, Healing Flows From It Through Our Eyes.

The Minute One Utters A Certainty, The Opposite Comes To Mind.

Instant Intimacy Was Too Often Followed By Disillusion.

For Art Is Order, But It Is Born Out Of The Chaos Of Life.

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