I'm not religious in any formal sense, not in any God sense.
Time - whether you are burning it up or falling in love or spreading it out thin in a dentist's waiting room - is a commodity that cannot be weighed out and measured by clocks.
Everything, if you could only see it clearly enough, like this, is beautiful and complete. Everything has its own perfection.
Everything begins and ends at exactly the right time and place.
Although we are necessarily concerned, in a chronicle of events, with physical action by the light of day, history suggests that the human spirit wanders farthest in the silent hours between midnight and dawn. Those dark fruitful hours, seldom recorded, whose secret flowerings breed peace and war, loves and hates, the crowning or uncrowning of heads.
It's always good to have no expectations when you see a film. Then you can be pleasantly disappointed or surprised.
Yet little by little, I was also becoming the girl who was learning to live with this, all of it, letting it weave together with everything else, the good and the bad, as life moved forward, because thats what life did, regardless of whether we were ready for it or not.
When you forgive somebody, when you are generous, when you withhold judgment, when you love and when you stand up to injustice, you are, in that moment, bringing heaven to earth.
The family that prays together. . . is brainwashing their children.