Who do you serve? Do you serve somebody? I serve the poem, no one..

I never have anything to talk about..

What God originates, God orchestrates..

I like my work to stand on its own as much as possible..

There is beauty in everything, Just not everybody sees it.

Swallows and Amazons for-ever!.

Some changes are so slow, you don't notice them, others are so fast, they don't notice you..

I love it when people can actually engage with the materials of the sacrament in advance..

Confession is the sacrament of the tenderness of God, his way of embracing us..

No one is sanctified except him who is united to the Church..

Jesus, what made You so small? LOVE!.

God is always coming to you in the Sacrament of the Present Moment. Meet and receive Him there with gratitude in that sacrament..

And so it is with us; we serve as handmaidens to Death. When we are guided by His will, killing is a sacrament..

All for the Eucharist; nothing for me.