It is the seed that floats to shore, one word, one tiny, even microscopic word, is that which can alone save us.
William Carlos Williams
Once I spoke the language of the flowers,Once I understood each word the caterpillar said,Once I smiled in secret at the gossip of the starlings,And
“Why is it a surprise to find that people other than ourselves are able to tell lies?”
— Alice Munro
Last week I saw the Michel Gondry film, Mood Indigo. Very French, very strange and wildly inventive.
Growing up, summer meant Sanibel Island—old Sanibel, with the wooden beach houses with screened-in porches, where you were really and truly steps to the beach.
When my son was about four years old, there was a pigeon with a bum wing walking around our townhouse parking lot.
Anything I can not transform into something marvelous, I let go.
For some of us, books are as important as almost anything else on earth.
“I am not afraid of storms, for I am learning how to sail my ship.”
Louisa May Alcott, Little Women
The first time my friend Mara* kissed her now boyfriend, she fainted and saw the hand of the Buddha. What did it all mean, she wondered
Last night was the super moon, and it really was spectacular, all low slung, bright and big. I adore Billy Collins, and as luck would have it, the moon shows up in several of his poems.
