I’ve forgotten what it feels like to have space in my brain for anything other than watching.

They are small skills, but they are mine, and I’m determined to pass them on. The greatest part of them is not the skill itself but the culture that surrounds it.

Play is the complete absorption in something that doesn’t matter to the external world, but which matters completely to you.

I relieve myself of the duty to search for language. I let myself feel instead.

High tides happen when the moon is close, and when she is far away, and low tides occur in the spaces between.

I took notes. I didn’t trust listening. It was prone to decomposition over time. I wanted to make sure I would capture this new knowledge, so I opened my notepad and started to write.

the peace, the spaciousness of an unhurried afternoon, the quality of attention to small things.

When I walk, I fall through three layers of experience.

There were other things, too, that I found beautiful, but which I was fairly certain would not have universal appeal.