I think this is what hooks one to gardening: it is the closest one can come to being present at creation.
Mistakes are the usual bridge between inexperience and wisdom.
An enlightened person raises the level of the consciousness of the entire community.
Children are born with imaginations in mint condition, able to leap tall buildings in a single bound. Then life corrects for grandiosity.
Falling silent should be cultivated, the way the woods fall silent in the snow. Messages you can’t send any other way can be heard.
Every house has its own private cup of sorrow.
Writing is a deeply spiritual act that can have a profound effect upon the practitioner.
Writing is not only a reflection of what one thinks and feels but a rope one weaves with words that can lower you below or hoist you above the surface of your life, enabling you to go deeper or higher than you would otherwise go. What excites me about his metaphor is that is makes writing much more than a lifesaving venture.
There were times, in the beginning, when I used my journal as a wailing wall, but I learned not to immortalize the darkness. Rereading it was counterproductive. What I needed was a place in which to collect the light.
Everything we are given or learn or possess in any real sense - - the ability to play Beethoven sonata, write books, understand the principles of physics – is intended for one thing: to draw us closer to our selves.
To send a letter is a good way to go somewhere without moving anything but your heart.