... In The End, Goddess Is Just

You Have To Know When To Prod And When To Be Quiet, When To Let Things Take Their Course.

If You Need Something From Somebody Always Give That Person A Way To Hand It To You.

Finally, I Began To Write About Becoming An Older Woman And The Trepidation It Stirred. The Small, Telling "betrayals" Of My Body. The Stalled, Eerie Stillness In My Writing, Accompanied By An Ache For Some Unlived Destiny. I Wrote About The Raw, Unsettled Feelings Coursing Through Me, The Need To Divest And Relocate, The Urge To Radically Simplify And Distill Life Into A New, Unknown Meaning.

Stopping Is A Spiritual Art. It Is The Refuge Where We Drink Life In.

Knowing Can Be A Curse On A Person's Life. I'd Traded In A Pack Of Lies For A Pack Of Truth, And I Didn't Know Which One Was Heavier.