Death...is the final silence. ~ Cancer Journals

We are all more blind to what we have than to what we have not.

I realize that if I wait until I am no longer afraid to act, write, speak, be, I’ll be sending messages on a ouija board, cryptic complaints from the other side.

When I dare to be powerful to use my strength in the service of my vision, then it becomes less and less important whether I am afraid.

Anger, used, does not destroy. Hatred does.

My babies tore out of me/like poems.

Even the smallest victory is never to be taken for granted. Each victory must be applauded.

For each of us as women, there is a dark place within where hidden and growing our true spirit rises.

My whole life has been an altar worth its ending.

Nobody will tell you the truth. You have to listen and you have to look because no one is going to tell you.

Once we recognize what it is we are feeling, once we recognize we can feel deeply, love deeply, can feel joy, then we will demand that all parts of our lives produce that kind of joy.

Pain is important: how we evade it, how we succumb to it, how we deal with it, how we transcend it.

The sharing of joy, whether physical, emotional, psychic, or intellectual, forms a bridge between the sharers which can be the basis for understanding much of what is not shared between them, and lessens the threat of their difference.