The reason I never give up hope is because everything is so basically hopeless.
I wish grace and healing were more abracadabra kind of things. Also, that delicate silver bells would ring to announce grace’s arrival. But no, it’s clog and slog and scootch, on the floor, in the silence, in the dark.
Perfectionism is a mean, frozen form of idealism, while messes are the artist’s true friend.
Perfection is shallow, unreal, and fatally uninteresting.
If there is one door in the castle you have been told not to go through, you must. Otherwise, you’ll just be rearranging furniture in rooms you’ve already been in.
Joy is the best makeup. But a little lipstick is a close runner-up.
We begin to find and become ourselves when we notice how we are already found, already truly, entirely, wildly, messily, marvelously who we were born to be.
You know how I always say that laughter is carbonated holiness? Well, Robin was the ultimate proof of that, and bubbles are spirit made visible.
Perfectionism means that you try not to leave so much mess to clean up. But clutter and mess show us that life is being lived.
Her purse was a weight, ballast; it tethered her to the earth as her mind floated away.
Writing takes a combination of sophistication and innocence; it takes conscience, our belief that something is beautiful because it is right.
One of the gifts of being a writer is that it gives you an excuse to do things, to go places and explore. Another is that writing motivates you to look closely at life, at life as it lurches by and tramps around.
It was not facing what life dealt that made you crazy, but rather trying to set life straight where it was unstraightenable.
Radical self-care is quantum, and radiates out into the atmosphere, like a little fresh air.
Rest and laughter are the most spiritual and subversive acts of all. Laugh, rest, slow down.
The difference between you and God is that God doesn’t think He’s you.
Being enough was going to have to be an inside job.
I don’t think anything is the opposite of love.
For me, Jesus is my cleft in the rock. He is my safest friend, my safe totally loving accepting big brother.
We’re out there somewhere between the known and the unknown, trying to reel in both for a closer look.