Inside My Mother's Death / I Lay

Deep Down There Was Understanding, Not Of The Facts Of Our Lives So Much As Of Our Essential Natures.

Love Cannot Exorcise The Gifts Of Hate. / Hate Cannot Exorcize What Has No Weight, / But Laughter We Can Never Over-rate.

I Feel Happy To Be Keeping A Journal Again. I've Missed It, Missed Naming Things As They Appear, Missed The Half Hour When I Push All Duties Aside And Savor The Experience Of Being Alive In This Beautiful Place.

For Me The Moral Dilemma This Past Year Has Been How To Make Peace With The Unacceptable.

It Is The Privilege Of Those Who Fear Love To Murder Those Who Do Not Fear It!