"All contemplative acts, silences, poems, honour the world this way. Brought together by the eye of love, a milkweed pod, a twig, allow us to see how things have been all along. A feast of being.”
Mary Rose O’Reilley, The Barn at the End of the World
"My idea of neurotic is spending too much time trying to correct a wrong. When I feel that I'm doing that, then I snap out of it."
Gene Wilder
“That which we cannot speak of is the one thing about whom and to whom we must never stop speaking.” Peter Rollins
"To be is a blessing. To live is holy." Rabbi Abraham Heschel
In my time, I have examined the lines on my hand and traced them back to a book on palmistry to learn if the story of me was encoded in these furrows. I would fixate over where the heart line intersected the life line, where the head line terminated and how the folds in my fingers indicated my inner nature. I was searching for clues for who I was and who I needed to become. Our present selves have an innate curiosity about our future selves. We are clue gatherers, searching for signs that we’re on the right path, following our