Being Alive Is A Common Road. It's

Teaching And Writing Are Separate, But Serve/feed One Another In So Many Ways. Writing Travels The Road Inward, Teaching, The Road Out - Helping Others Move Inward - It Is An Honor To Be With Others In The Spirit Of Writing And Encouragement.

You Know, Those Of Us Who Leave Our Homes In The Morning And Expect To Find Them There When We Go Back - It's Hard For Us To Understand What The Experience Of A Refugee Might Be Like.

The Thousands Small Birds Of January In Their Smooth Soaring Cloud Finding The Trees.

Energy Is Everything. Rubbing Happy And Sad Together Creates Energy.

We Dropped Our Troubles Into The Lap Of The Storyteller, And They Turned Into Someone Else's.