Often I lose myself in the constellation of my own ideas, forever searching for point of illumination. But no matter where I look, I find you, shinning and bright, offering me what ever it is...

words, you see,” he said, looking at me again, “allow us to make permanent what is essentially transient.Turn a world filled with injustice and hurt into a place that is beautiful and lyrical.

Knowing comes from learning, finding from seeking.

I thought maybe we mourned not only for the dead but also for the living. We felt their absence before we knew for sure they were gone.

A story, I had learned, through my own constant knitting and reknitting of remembered words, can lead us back to ourselves, to our lost innocence, and in the shadow it casts over our present world,...