I never play video games! I'm so bad at it. I have, like, no manual dexterity.
What protects you in this world from sadness and from the loss of an ability to do something?. . . Work and love.
I tell you these stories because these things happen to everyone. It's not about being starched or polished or cute or polite. It's about having ears that stick out, about breaking yet another glass. It's about seeing something for the first time and making a million mistakes and not ever getting completely discouraged.
A visit to a museum is a search for beauty, truth, and meaning in our lives. Go to museums as often as you can.
Flowers lead to books, which lead to thinking and not thinking and then more flowers and music, music. Then many more flowers and many more books.
Go out and walk. That is the glory of life.
My dream is to walk around the world. A smallish backpack, all essentials neatly in place. A camera. A notebook. A traveling paint set. A hat. Good shoes. A nice pleated (green?) skirt for the occasional seaside hotel afternoon dance.
There are these little towns outside of L. A. Once you get an hour and a half, two hours out, you get into these little, tiny towns that are almost like stuck in time.
You may not believe in magic but something very strange is happening at this very moment. Your head has dissolved into thin air and I can see the rhododendrons through your stomach. It's not that you are dead or anything dramatic like that, it is simply that you are fading away and I can't even remember your name.
Soft pity never leaves the gentle breast where love has been received a welcome guest.
Dolly Parton. . . I love being around that woman! I worked really hard to keep up with her.