What is it about stones sitting silently on beaches that pulls my eyes to gaze at them? p7
With her poets sensibility, DS celebrates the simple things that constellate a life, and the complex emotions that must fade a bit before grasping.
Be glad then of distance of thought and that quiet voice within that begs attention... and sheltering our broken hearts with hands as cold as centuries old ice. from the golden bowl p53
we too must learn to let go and scatter love everywhere. from the golden cloak p28