Editing is kind of a solitary job.
Grief dares us to love once more.
To be whole. To be complete. Wildness reminds us what it means to be human, what we are connected to rather than what we are separate from.
There is an art to writing, and it is not always disclosure. The act itself can be beautiful, revelatory, and private.
Not everything is meant for all to hear.
Whatever artistry may occur within the manuscript, the magic happens for me in the last draft. Whatever I have been resistant to say must finally be said. In the end, I see where my pencil has been leading me.
There is something very sensual about a letter. The physical contact of pen to paper, the time set aside to focus thoughts, the folding of the paper into the envelope, licking it closed, addressing it, a chosen stamp, and then the release of the letter to the mailbox - are all acts of tenderness.
The people have only a very vague direct power. They have the power of voting against the administration, again after its decisions have been taken; but they have no way of getting into the question of policy-making, decision-making, except insofar as the vague forces and pressures of public debate and public opinion have their impact on the President. The President still has to decide. He can't go to the people and ask them to decide for him; he has to make the decision. In that sense he was condemned to be a dictator.
There's this perception that if you worry a lot and if you look really busy and stressed out then you'll be more successful. You talk about how little sleep you get and how tensed you are and how you're not getting the appreciation you deserve.
Sensible people get the greater part of their own dying done during their own lifetime
I have come that they may have life and have it in abundance, says Jesus. This is where true wealth is found, not in material things!