I have recently decided that there is no place in my head or my heart for fear anymore.

In life, when you start to fall, you don't have to go crazy, scolding yourself and further throwing yourself off balance. Instead, simply make adjustments.

Growing up in the Pacific Northwest as a young girl, whenever I felt emotionally overwhelmed, I would take a walk in the woods. Being in the stillness and grandeur of trees had always calmed me.

It feels good to rail against what is wrong in the world, to fight the good fight, to beat the drum of making a difference. I am right there with you.

"Balance" as a verb doesn't mean "stillness," but the constant act of making minor corrections from one side to another to bring one towards a center of stability.

I make the necessary "corrections" if I find myself leaning too far in one direction.

The mind and heart is the field upon which war is waged within us. If we can stop that internal fear-based battle, then those outside of us will be affected as well.

There is a polarizing and dualistic experience occurring politically and economically in the world, and I believe we are near the peak of a cyclical and truly chaotic time.

Nine times out of ten it's a minor shift in your focus and your attitude that makes the difference.

It is a crucial time to be mindful of our thoughts.

I saw that all aspects of my life had been pulling me out of balance because I hadn't perceived them as part of a "whole," or the totality that was "me."

Long miles of snow and mountains spun out behind him, and his hooves scattered stardust or snow crystals. He went bounding on and on, right on the spine of the world, thrust out against the night sky

Peter," she whispered and reached out, touching his cheek. "My little Peterbird? You flew back to me.

The question of truth is forever in the air, and people look for it with particular fervor in art.

It's politically impossible for any member of Congress to make a public statement condemning or criticizing the policies of Israel. It would be political suicidal for them to do so.

I don't dig ditches for a living, so I don't really hate going to work. I chose this for a reason. I would much prefer to be over-worked than under-worked.

The older I get, there doesn't seem to be anything remotely more interesting than talking about love and the lack of it and what happens when it's taken away from someone who's had it.

Fragmentation occurs when a civilization is in decline.

In a free society we're supposed to know the truth. In a society where truth becomes treason, then we're in big trouble. And now, people who are revealing the truth are getting into trouble for it.

Those that he loved so long and sees no more, Loved and still loves,-not dead, but gone before,- He gathers round him.

I do quite extensive research for most of my novels.