It is our greatest desire to see our own ideas of perfection manifest, but we must be open to the idea that God's perfection may not look the way we want it to.

Prayer may not be something you do. It may be something you are.

He felt again the presence of invisible cities, here in the moist soil of his back yard, providing shelter for his fears, his memories, and every mythic animal that had ever visited him whether on earth plane or dreamscape.

There are no sh*thole countries. There is only one Earth and we all arose from her water and mud.

Books seem to follow me home like stray cats.

How to open your heart? Step one: listen.

May the love we have for each other be a perfect reflection of the love God has for us.

I am dreaming, but I don't know it yet.