there was a single blue line of crayon drawn across every wall in the house. what does it mean? I said. a pirate needs the sight of the sea, he said & then he pulled his eye patch down & turned and sailed away. ~story people. .     .     .     [...]

I promise you not a moment will be lost as long as I have heart & voice to speak & we will walk again together with a thousand others & a thousand more & on & on until there is no one among us who does not know the truth: there is no future without [...]

the elephant head was the most unusual piece in her wardrobe & even though she never wore it in public, it gave her great comfort to know she could if she wanted to. (storypeople) when i think about it.. the path of mindful, isn’t easy. but when i am kinder to me, and let go of the moments of [...]

we lay there & looked up at the night sky & she told me about stars called blue squares & red swirls & i told her i’d never heard of them. of course not, she said, the really important stuff they never tell you. you have to imagine it on your own. ~brian andreas, story people when i [...]

“there are things you do because they feel right & they may make no sense & they may make no money & it may be the real reason we are here: to love each other & to eat each other’s cooking & say it was good.”  ~the story people.