When death comes
I want to step through the door full of curiosity, wondering:
what is it going to be like, that cottage of darkness?— Mary Oliver
All of us make up our lives out of the cracks in the walls of our past memories and the unicorn footprints of our futures. — anonymous
You do not have to be good. You only have to let the soft animal of your body love what it loves. — Mary Oliver
If you can talk, you can sing. If you can walk, you can dance. Life is short, what will you choose?