Nothing that truly mattersCan ever evaporate, Be excised, Burnt out of your soul.

Be content to love, to dazzle in the light, If only for moments… And then be gone, With gladness in your heart, Before the creeping shadows Claim too much your sadness at leaving.

Ours was such a delicious risk. My being abruptly and altogether Ecstatic and be-stilled.

On the canvas of life, Every sweep of the brush matters, Counts for something.

Sense how Even the smooth stones ache With stories of their own In the shuddering light of day.

The searing light of morning Asks unwelcome questions, Fragile hopes soon blistered by daylight.

Be brave enough to never yearn For that you cannot hold close In your heart forever. Tread lightly, cherish compassion And live in the moment without fear.

Ultimately not one amongst us Will ever be denied that, The glimmer of a chance to shine.

I am sad, like the hot dust on the streets And the music of fresh fallen leaves Caught in a sliding summer breeze.

Sublime moments refracted, Even if only for seconds, Caught forever in your soul.

Nothing that truly matters Can ever evaporate, Be excised, Burnt out of your soul.

Fishing is much less about the fishing, and much more about the time alone with your kid, away from the hustle and bustle of the everyday.

He who lives in our mind is near though he may actually be far away but he who is not in our heart is far though he may really be nearby.

Secrecy, once accepted, becomes an addiction.

Clutter and confusion are failures of design, not attributes of information.

If the first button of one's coat is wrongly buttoned, all the rest will be crooked.

I've always been a draw-er, all throughout elementary school I was the "kid who draws".

I get horrified when I have to do table reads with the whole cast, because there's a lot of stuttering coming from me, so I have to do a lot of prep.

We have had bird's-eye views seen by mind's eye imperfectly. Now we will have nothing less than the tracings of nature itself, reflected on the plate.

The witches, the wise women, and the healers were also always the counselors. It's a whole other tradition of knowledge and learning that has been suppressed because it had political implications.