Sublime

whenever uncertainty rises, I sink.

I will continue to become only if I resist extinguishing myself a million times a day. If I can sit in the fire of my own feelings, I will keep becoming.

I was born a little broken, with an extra dose of sensitivity. —SOME HORSESHIT I WROTE ABOUT MYSELF IN MY FIRST MEMOIR

The truest, most beautiful life never promises to be an easy one. We need to let go of the lie that it’s supposed to be.

I can know things down at this level that I can’t on the cha-otic surface. Down here, when I pose a question about my life—in words or abstract images—I sense a nudge.

I won’t let my discomfort with her pain keep me from witnessing it for her.

this is the most important message of Mary’s gospel: we are inherently good.

And by sermon, I don’t mean a formal or official one; they’re more like love letters.

A woman isn’t allowed to do well unless she also does good, so I became a do-gooder for the world.