Hurried and worried until we're buried, and there's no curtain call, Life's a very funny proposition after all.

The beach is a natural park, without the greenery but the sand is a natural toy.

Life is a jig saw puzzle with most of the pieces missing.

I love the start of autumn when the trees in my garden change the colour of their leaves in one last dazzling display.

This was a lucky recollection - - it saved her from something like regret.

Most fires crackle and pop, but that's not really the fire talking, it's the wood. To hear the fire itself you need a huge blaze like this one, a furnace so powerful it roars with its own wind. I...

MYSTERIES, YES Truly, we live with mysteries too marvelous to be understood. How grass can be nourishing in the mouths of the lambs. How rivers and stones are forever in allegiance with gravity while...

The piper never knew we were watchers... ..Sounds echoed - sounds of a Scottish love song. They echoed through the silence, soft and melancholy, as he kept time with his foot, and the metal of the...

It is with true love as with ghosts. Every one talks of it but few have seen it.

Mykl d'Angelo groaned where he sat slumped in his chair. The irritating noise was unsettling his pet dog lying on his lap. The wickerwork garden chair creaked pleasantly under him and some native...

Memories are powerful that way. They can bring back to another place and time and make them laugh or cry all over again.

I think so much maybe it never ends when this night ends there's another at hand I sleep with one and wake with one with everything else on this life goes on.

They came and they went; they ached and pained. They laughed privately and cried to themselves as if heeding a way - off silent call. They were forever childish, sweet and convulsive. They heard sound...

Words of war, on a piece of paper. Where peace is torn off, crumbled and toss in the waste basket.

Prayer is a spiritual act.

Life had taught her that consequences were ugly and painful, and seldom worth the pleasure they had been bartered for.

Trees quiver in the wind, sailing on a sea of mist out of earshot.

It is the beauty of life that makes our lives worth living.

Up past the old lime kiln built into the side of a hill we take a hard right at a clearing lined by brittle apple trees still willing to bear fruit. I snap sticks beneath my feet and steal pictures of...

I never went dancing again.

Humor is emotional chaos remembered in tranquility.

Why don't you read the Good News of God.

We must experience certain things in life, even in our childhood, so we can later look back and value the journey.

It has shown me that everything is illuminated in the light of the past. It is always along the side of us... on the inside, looking out.

Death! Strange that there should be such a word, and such a thing, and we ever forget it; that one should be living, warm and beautiful, full of hopes, desires and wants, one day, and the next be...

The coat was a remnant from his stint at being people - size. I'd gotten his jacket, Ivy had gotten his silk robe, and we'd thrown out his two dozen toothbrushes.

Once upon a time wasn't as long ago as it used to be.

It is not all books that are as dull as their readers. There are probably words addressed to our condition exactly, which, if we could really hear and understand, would be more salutary than the...

"Same here, Cap'n," Amos said. "I got a lot of past in my past."

Having exhausted the possibilities based on his limited investigation so far, he got out of the car, walked down a wooden boardwalk, and reached the beach. It was nearly six-thirty, and the café...