My actions are my true belongings. They are the ground on which I stand.
~Thich Nhat Hanh
This is love: to fly toward a secret sky, to cause a hundred veils to fall each moment. First to let go of life. Finally, to take a step without feet.
~Jalal ad-Din Rumi
I pay attention to little things, the quality of the light from day to day, the pattern of clouds in the sky, tiny hopeful gestures that one person makes to another, humorous coincidences...These details bring me much happiness and gratitude. I live with exuberance and integrity, passion and compassion. I lit a candle in a little Italian church once for exuberance and then, upon reflection, decided that should be tempered with integrity so I asked for that too. The passion and compassion came unbidden.
I enjoy the taste of fresh ripe fruits, gently-prepared vegetables, legacy-crafted cheese, and full-bodied red wine, and the intellectual pleasure of literature and film that offer fresh and thoughtful perspectives. Ideally, I would enjoy all of these at once weaving sensuality, spirituality, and rationality into one fully-experienced, ecstatic celebration! I am enamored with trains as a metaphor for the timeless ebb and flow of life. The sounds of the wheels along the rails, the luggage along the cobblestones, and the mournful wail of the whistle echo for me the backbeat of a universal dance.