the world in which I live

Time is only a measure. It has nothing to do with what you can or cannot get done, unless you think it does.

People are realizing that the financial survival doesn't cut it in terms of a reason to live. They see gardens and houses with warm light and people sitting around the table talking, laughing and eating, as the abundant life they want to cultivate, and so they do.

Every door is unlocked.

Lightning and snow brighten the same patch of sky in the same moment.

When you ask for something, more often than not, it shows up. If it doesn't, something better does.

Pureed yucca is for dessert. And it's really delicious.