We'll fight, not out of spite For someone must stand up for what's right 'Cause where there's a man who has no voice There ours shall go singing My hands are small I know But they're not yours, they are my own But they're not yours, they are my own I am never broken In the end only kindness matters In the end only kindness matters
I'd sit on logs like pulpitslisten to the sermonof sparrowsand find god in Simplicity,there amongst the dandelionand thorn
If I could tell the world just one thing It would be that we're all OK And not to worry 'cause worry is wasteful And useless in times like these I won't be made useless I won't be idle with despair I will gather myself around my faith For light does the darkness most fear My hands are small, I know But they're not yours, they are my own But they're not yours, they are my own And I am never broken
Life is seductive, yet so few allow themselves to be seduced.
I love to be alone with life. I love to study simple things: the light as it filters in a window; the music of a room full of people chatting; a horizon.
I am most alive when I let myself be touched by the fingers of life.
I personally feel the most vulnerable when I write. That's where I learned to tell the truth when I was young.
If I could tell the world just one thing, it would be that we are all ok. And not to worry because worry is wasteful and useless in times like these.
You have to be an ally in a difficult time and not turn on yourself with self-shaming thoughts, which makes facing pain intolerable.
Writing with privacy is paramount. You must feel free to admit to yourself your deepest, darkest secrets and true feelings.
It's important to cultivate a tolerance and patience with uncomfortable feelings. It's best to feel them.
My intention for my life is to stay centered, and from that intention come my priorities: my son, my family, my job, my self. That then informs what kind of work I can take on. It's a balancing act, but a fun one.
I have a two-year-old boy. Being his mom feels like I have a present I get to spend the rest of my life opening.
I say to myself, sometimes the tide is just out. But it always comes back in again.
Being engaged with life. One has to develop a poet's eye for perfect moments, moments that most people pass by.
To shut down the ability to feel pain means you shut down all emotions, joy included. It makes our hearts feel small, it robs us of our joy, and really keeps us no safer.
