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sometimes bad things happen to make good things happen.
Glendy Vanderah (Where the Forest Meets the Stars)
People think they have to say something, and it never makes me feel better.” “I know. I’ve decided language isn’t as advanced as we think it is. We’re still apes trying to express our thoughts with grunts while most of what we want to communicate stays locked in our brains.
Glendy Vanderah (Where the Forest Meets the Stars)
Art is supposed to represent how you see the world, not exactly copy it.
Glendy Vanderah (Where the Forest Meets the Stars)
Nothing like stars to show us our little arguments are meaningless.
Glendy Vanderah (Where the Forest Meets the Stars)
The horrific crush of humanity on my soul. Haven’t you ever felt it?” “I think I have—in Walmart.” “Yes! That place is the worst!
Glendy Vanderah (Where the Forest Meets the Stars)
I’m sick. I can’t just ‘recover and move on.’” “If you believe that, you won’t.” “Like most people who’ve never experienced it, your view of depression is optimistically misguided.
Glendy Vanderah (Where the Forest Meets the Stars)
Why do men often call smart women devious?
Glendy Vanderah (Where the Forest Meets the Stars)
survivors can live and love more fully than people who haven’t stared death in the face.
Glendy Vanderah (Where the Forest Meets the Stars)
Gabe started to live as Ursa did, in an infinite present disconnected from the past or future.
Glendy Vanderah (Where the Forest Meets the Stars)
If she’d learned one thing in the last two years, it was that life could be hard enough without adding petty resentments.
Glendy Vanderah (Where the Forest Meets the Stars)
As always, words fail when you most want to say the right thing.
Glendy Vanderah (Where the Forest Meets the Stars)
the flower whisperer who made everyone and everything around her bloom. Her light is still with us, growing love across the universe.
Glendy Vanderah (Where the Forest Meets the Stars)
Remember that feeling you described—the ‘horrific crush of humanity’ on your soul—maybe that’s another way of saying you’re afraid people will hurt you if you let them get close.
Glendy Vanderah (Where the Forest Meets the Stars)
We’re at the creek catching fish with a holey net. Understandably, this may take some time. Come join us if you enjoy frustration.
Glendy Vanderah (Where the Forest Meets the Stars)
When I knew my mother would be dead in a few months, I had two choices . . .” She looked at him. “I could distance myself from the pain or get closer to it. Maybe because I’d lost my dad without getting a chance to tell him what he meant to me, I decided to get closer. I got so close, her pain and fear became my own. We shared everything and loved each other like we never had when death was some distant thing. In the end, part of me died with her. I’m not recovered from it even now, but I made the conscious choice to enter the darkness with her. Everyone I know who’s lost someone they love has voiced regrets—they wish they’d done this or that or loved them more. I have no regrets. None.
Glendy Vanderah (Where the Forest Meets the Stars)
PLEASE DON’T LITTER. SPAY AND NEUTER YOUR CRITTER!
Glendy Vanderah (Where the Forest Meets the Stars)
She’s kind of like a baby. She didn’t know she was supposed to grow up, and that makes her more fun than other grown-up people.
Glendy Vanderah (Where the Forest Meets the Stars)
Why won’t you believe I’m from the stars?
Glendy Vanderah (Where the Forest Meets the Stars)
Lots of crazy people are smart.
Glendy Vanderah (Where the Forest Meets the Stars)
Dealing with the pain was a day-by-day ordeal.
Glendy Vanderah (Where the Forest Meets the Stars)
Like most people who’ve never experienced it, your view of depression is optimistically misguided.
Glendy Vanderah (Where the Forest Meets the Stars)
I’ve decided language isn’t as advanced as we think it is. We’re still apes trying to express our thoughts with grunts while most of what we want to communicate stays locked in our brains.
Glendy Vanderah (Where the Forest Meets the Stars)
Jo had absorbed many of her parents’ philosophies, and one of them was the belief that children deserved to be told the truth as much as possible.
Glendy Vanderah (Where the Forest Meets the Stars)
there was a big amazing world beyond the borders of my sad little country—
Glendy Vanderah (Where the Forest Meets the Stars)
You don’t have to say anything.” He sat back in his chair. “I won’t. As always, words fail when you most want to say the right thing.” “People think they have to say something, and it never makes me feel better.” “I know. I’ve decided language isn’t as advanced as we think it is. We’re still apes trying to express our thoughts with grunts while most of what we want to communicate stays locked in our brains.” “This from the son of a literature professor?
Glendy Vanderah (Where the Forest Meets the Stars)
Art was a form of self-soothing for Ursa. When she wanted something or missed someone, she would often draw whatever it was to satisfy her need.
Glendy Vanderah (Where the Forest Meets the Stars)
The horrific crush of humanity on my soul. Haven’t you ever felt it?
Glendy Vanderah (Where the Forest Meets the Stars)
I’m from another planet. My people can make good things happen.
Glendy Vanderah (Where the Forest Meets the Stars)
You don’t have to say anything.” He sat back in his chair. “I won’t. As always, words fail when you most want to say the right thing.” “People think they have to say something, and it never makes me feel better.
Glendy Vanderah (Where the Forest Meets the Stars)
What we have doesn't happen every day. I am afraid it will never happen again in my life.
Glendy Vanderah (Where the Forest Meets the Stars)
Kids are smarter than we think. They know how to survive the shit that’s dealt them better than some welfare worker who never spent a day in one of those kids’ shoes.
Glendy Vanderah (Where the Forest Meets the Stars)
Anyway, your face has a lot of your mother in it. Your eyes are like hers.” “I know. I tried to grow the beard over them, but it wouldn’t take.
Glendy Vanderah (Where the Forest Meets the Stars)
but I made the conscious choice to enter the darkness with her.
Glendy Vanderah (Where the Forest Meets the Stars)
Ursa couldn’t take her eyes off the tiny birds. “This is a miracle! This is it, the first miracle!
Glendy Vanderah (Where the Forest Meets the Stars)
When Ursa walked away she’d said, I’m going where you want me to go.
Glendy Vanderah (Where the Forest Meets the Stars)
I've decided language isn't as advanced as we think it is. We're still apes trying to express our thoughts with grunts while most of what we want to communicate stays locked in our brain
Glendy Vanderah (Where the Forest Meets the Stars)
Of course, later, they decided my problem was mental illness.” “You say that like you don’t believe it anymore.” “I feel so much better with you. Is that temporary, do you think?” “I can’t say.
Glendy Vanderah (Where the Forest Meets the Stars)
He brought leftover cauliflower in cheese sauce for dinner. “Not yuckyflower!” Ursa said. “Jo made me eat it last night!” “This has gooey cheese on it,” he said, “and gooey cheese makes anything, even dirt, taste delicious.” “Can I eat dirt instead?
Glendy Vanderah (Where the Forest Meets the Stars)
His eyes, the only feature that stood out in his heavily bearded face, were as sharp as shattered blue glass.
Glendy Vanderah (Where the Forest Meets the Stars)
Why not? We can't see gravity, and it has a strong effect on us.
Glendy Vanderah (Where the Forest Meets the Stars)
I wonder if I’d get arrested for indecent exposure if a forest ranger happened by,” Jo said. “Is it indecent when you don’t have anything to expose?
Glendy Vanderah (Where the Forest Meets the Stars)
Jo loved it. They were already like old friends, playing off each other’s humor.
Glendy Vanderah (Where the Forest Meets the Stars)
Literary Agency. I thank her for her commitment to getting it published, and also for her early pruning of my convoluted backstories.
Glendy Vanderah (Where the Forest Meets the Stars)
but sometimes bad things happen to make good things happen.
Glendy Vanderah (Where the Forest Meets the Stars)
The horrific crush of humanity on my soul.
Glendy Vanderah (Where the Forest Meets the Stars)
Their jeans and T-shirts blended in, but Jo’s AMERICAN ORNITHOLOGICAL SOCIETY shirt certainly outed her.
Glendy Vanderah (Where the Forest Meets the Stars)
She looked at her phone. 2:17 a.m. Just a few hours into her mother’s birthday. She would have been fifty-one.
Glendy Vanderah (Where the Forest Meets the Stars)
We look like starlight. It’s not exactly a body.
Glendy Vanderah (Where the Forest Meets the Stars)
What was Ursa doing?” “She was watching TV in the living room. There was a movie on—that one where the twins meet at camp.” “Parent Trap.” “Ursa liked that movie.
Glendy Vanderah (Where the Forest Meets the Stars)
The forest around Kinney Cottage was glorious, every leaf and bough sparkling with raindrop jewels of golden sun.
Glendy Vanderah (Where the Forest Meets the Stars)
But it’s not just that they can forgo society, it’s more like they need to. For people like that, the natural world is vital, a spiritual experience
Glendy Vanderah (Where the Forest Meets the Stars)
Such was life with a double dose of analytical genes.
Glendy Vanderah (Where the Forest Meets the Stars)
The stuttering beat in her chest returned. Was it hormonal, something to do with the surgeries? Why did a man coming on to her—a kindhearted, good-looking one, at that—make her body react like she was confronting a pissed-off grizzly?
Glendy Vanderah (Where the Forest Meets the Stars)
I’m not recovered from it even now, but I made the conscious choice to enter the darkness with her. Everyone I know who’s lost someone they love has voiced regrets—they wish they’d done this or that or loved them more. I have no regrets. None.
Glendy Vanderah (Where the Forest Meets the Stars)
Maybe it has something to do with how they can turn their backs on the comforts of society for long periods of time. But it’s not just that they can forgo society, it’s more like they need to. For people like that, the natural world is vital, a spiritual experience.
Glendy Vanderah (Where the Forest Meets the Stars)
Why do you hate him so much now that you know the whole story? George and your mother obviously stayed with people they didn't love to make their partners happy. Maybe they realized they shouldn't have done that, but by then, they had children who would be hurt by a divorce.
Glendy Vanderah (Where the Forest Meets the Stars)
I’d known, I’d have been here in a heartbeat.” He folded his long body into the chair in front of hers. “Is your brother here?” “I talked to him last night. He wanted to come, but I told him I was perfectly fine and I’d be pissed if he came.” “Perfectly fine?” Shaw said, looking at her propped
Glendy Vanderah (Where the Forest Meets the Stars)
As always, words fail when you most want to say the right thing.” “People think they have to say something, and it never makes me feel better.” “I know. I’ve decided language isn’t as advanced as we think it is. We’re still apes trying to express our thoughts with grunts while most of what we want to communicate stays locked in our brains.
Glendy Vanderah (Where the Forest Meets the Stars)
When You're Not Here and When You Are" Waking early, alone, I crave the ripening hay in your field, the smell of weeds tangled in brine, and along the inland road, honeysuckle, sharp as juice sucked from raw crabs by the cove. Oh, the fine wet inside of your flowers in your field after rain. The acrostic of sifting earth with moist fingers, separating essence from essence, a pebble rolling in soil. I could lie around all day wanting the brush of your lips. Between your lips, the dark field meets a night sky. I am inside each ragged breath and the pause between. Your legs— a bridge to the twilight where, overhead, stars pulse. On such cold nights you take me as if I were spice in your coffee, stir me, your beautiful strong arms, your unbearable aching. I rely on the warmth of your voice to illuminate the dark. Like a forest that parts and cinches a road. A clasp undone. The cat purrs. A rustling as the leaves stir. In the yielding light, a pale sky warms. There. The grassy rise is splashed with rain.
Carole Glasser Langille (Late in a Slow Time)
It is the story of God.” God’s real name is Charlie, he told us. He was born in York, Pennsylvania, in 1776, in the summer of the signing, when temperatures were high as rockets and humid as seas. Charlie was the son of a poor miller, a mean man with a gammy leg and a spray of powder burns over his right temple from the war. When Charlie was just becoming something more than a boy, he went out into the creaking, old-growth forest to collect firewood. He came upon a stream that fell away, suddenly, into the earth. Charlie wanted to see where the water went. He leaned down and peered in. A spark. An alien pulse of light. He stared, transfixed, as every star, every galaxy in the universe flicked across his vision. The rings of Jupiter. The broken, sunburned back of Mars. Sights no human had ever captured with their eyes. And, just as suddenly, the feeling of every cell of every living organism hovering just beneath his fingertips, like piano keys. He could touch each one, if he wanted. He could control them. There are some who insist Charlie was simply lucky. That anyone who happened to walk by that stream on that morning, curious enough to lean over the odd water gushing into the ground, would be made God. They are wrong. Charlie was God before he was even born. It was only a matter of him finding out. Charlie lives in every generation. When he dies, he is reborn nine months later, a baby God. At any moment, you might meet him. He has been a Confederate soldier. He has been a bank teller. He has sat behind an oak desk in wire-rimmed glasses and a day’s growth of beard graying his cheeks. He has cooked dinner for his mother. He has driven to the ocean. He has fallen in love.
Stephanie Oakes (The Sacred Lies of Minnow Bly)
Around her, I felt like the ugliest, stupidest thing on Earth.
Glendy Vanderah (Where the Forest Meets the Stars)
Specially in Nepal and Indian simultaneously in pure consciousness soul in UK, in Europe, America, Australia, Asia and few parts of Africa they tell a fable about Shreeom as a Vishnu that: There was once a great devotee of Dhurba who prayed night and day to see his God Shreeom Vishnu. The father and mother of Dhrub name are Uttanapad and Suniti respectively. The devotion is a lesson in surrendering all one's cares and worries to the Divine Shreeom Vishnu. King Uttanapada,the son of Manu had two wives, one named Suruchi who was very dear to him and the other, Suniti, to whom he was indifferent. helpless on account of the king’s neglect. One day Suniti’s son Dhruva saw Uttama, Suruchi’s son, sitting on the lap of the king, their father. When the king took up Dhurba on his lap, a jealous Suruchi severely abused the king. Dhruva went away heart-broken to his mother, who advised him that the one way to overcome the bad effects of one’s own past actions was to seek shelter at your feet. Hearing his mother’s words, Dhruva just five years old but highly sensitive and self-respecting, very faithful and devotion left the city, determined to devote himself to Vishnu Shreeom worship. He had an opportune meeting with Sage Narada and being instructed in Shreeom sacred name, then Dhurba entered the forest of Madhu, where he engaged himself in severe austerities in adoration and devotion of Shreeom. Finally because of such great devotion Shreeom appeared as a Vishnu and blessed Dhurba. Knowing this, Shreeom affectionately touched his cheek and his body with hand, was the seed of all sound and solving of all the problems of Dhruba. Shreeom had been provided all the necessary knowledge of the world to Dhurba . He then sang Shreeom Vishnu praise, having been purified and enlightened by Shreeom's touch. After many years Dhurba and his mother and father entered the region called Dhruva-loka and lived there joyfully even now as the Pole Star, the Dhruva Tara. That story is about thousands of years ago. Now again in this time Shreeom Vishnu is on earth as a human form with Sankha and Chakra and many Gods and Goddess, Brahmas, Devis, father's and mother's soul all the time, fortunate male and female divinity and Sadhus, Santas, Pandits, scientists and presidents and prime ministers of every nations, kings and queens, pure and Knowledgeable existence are with Shreeom.
Shreeom
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Glendy Vanderah (Where the Forest Meets the Stars)
If the line is long, sometimes I have to leave.” “Why?” “The horrific crush of humanity on my soul. Haven’t you ever felt it?
Glendy Vanderah (Where the Forest Meets the Stars)
A Lover's Call XXVII Where are you, my beloved? Are you in that little Paradise, watering the flowers who look upon you As infants look upon the breast of their mothers? Or are you in your chamber where the shrine of Virtue has been placed in your honor, and upon Which you offer my heart and soul as sacrifice? Or amongst the books, seeking human knowledge, While you are replete with heavenly wisdom? Oh companion of my soul, where are you? Are you Praying in the temple? Or calling Nature in the Field, haven of your dreams? Are you in the huts of the poor, consoling the Broken-hearted with the sweetness of your soul, and Filling their hands with your bounty? You are God's spirit everywhere; You are stronger than the ages. Do you have memory of the day we met, when the halo of You spirit surrounded us, and the Angels of Love Floated about, singing the praise of the soul's deed? Do you recollect our sitting in the shade of the Branches, sheltering ourselves from Humanity, as the ribs Protect the divine secret of the heart from injury? Remember you the trails and forest we walked, with hands Joined, and our heads leaning against each other, as if We were hiding ourselves within ourselves? Recall you the hour I bade you farewell, And the Maritime kiss you placed on my lips? That kiss taught me that joining of lips in Love Reveals heavenly secrets which the tongue cannot utter! That kiss was introduction to a great sigh, Like the Almighty's breath that turned earth into man. That sigh led my way into the spiritual world, Announcing the glory of my soul; and there It shall perpetuate until again we meet. I remember when you kissed me and kissed me, With tears coursing your cheeks, and you said, "Earthly bodies must often separate for earthly purpose, And must live apart impelled by worldly intent. "But the spirit remains joined safely in the hands of Love, until death arrives and takes joined souls to God. "Go, my beloved; Love has chosen you her delegate; Over her, for she is Beauty who offers to her follower The cup of the sweetness of life. As for my own empty arms, your love shall remain my Comforting groom; your memory, my Eternal wedding." Where are you now, my other self? Are you awake in The silence of the night? Let the clean breeze convey To you my heart's every beat and affection. Are you fondling my face in your memory? That image Is no longer my own, for Sorrow has dropped his Shadow on my happy countenance of the past. Sobs have withered my eyes which reflected your beauty And dried my lips which you sweetened with kisses. Where are you, my beloved? Do you hear my weeping From beyond the ocean? Do you understand my need? Do you know the greatness of my patience? Is there any spirit in the air capable of conveying To you the breath of this dying youth? Is there any Secret communication between angels that will carry to You my complaint? Where are you, my beautiful star? The obscurity of life Has cast me upon its bosom; sorrow has conquered me. Sail your smile into the air; it will reach and enliven me! Breathe your fragrance into the air; it will sustain me! Where are you, me beloved? Oh, how great is Love! And how little am I!
Kahlil Gibran
When it rains, it pours.
Glendy Vanderah (Where the Forest Meets the Stars)
think I have—in Walmart.” “Yes! That place is the worst!” Ursa returned with a stick and poked it into three marshmallows. “Nice,” Gabe said. “One for me, one for Jo, and another for me.” “All for me!
Glendy Vanderah (Where the Forest Meets the Stars)
who made everyone and everything around her bloom
Glendy Vanderah (Where the Forest Meets the Stars)
She laughed and jumped and shimmied, as radiant as Jo had ever seen her, as if starlight shined straight from her Hetrayen soul.
Glendy Vanderah (Where the Forest Meets the Stars)
I've decided language isn't as advanced as we think it is. We're still apes trying to express our thoughts with grunts while most of what we want to communicate stays locked in our brains.
Glendy Vanderah (Where the Forest Meets the Stars)
We’re still apes trying to express our thoughts with grunts while most of what we want to communicate stays locked in our brains.
Glendy Vanderah (Where the Forest Meets the Stars)
Lacey made my body’s chemicals feel bad,
Glendy Vanderah (Where the Forest Meets the Stars)
Human bodies are very complicated. Inside us are all kinds of genes, hormones, and chemicals that affect our moods, and sometimes people have a certain combination of those things that makes them feel sad.
Glendy Vanderah (Where the Forest Meets the Stars)
Why?” “The horrific crush of humanity on my soul. Haven’t you ever felt it?” “I think I have—in Walmart.” “Yes! That place is the worst!
Glendy Vanderah (Where the Forest Meets the Stars)
waif looked down at her lavender star-spangled pants.
Glendy Vanderah (Where the Forest Meets the Stars)
won’t. As always, words fail when you most want to say the right thing.” “People think they have to say something, and it never makes me feel better.” “I know. I’ve decided language isn’t as advanced as we think it is. We’re still apes trying to express our thoughts with grunts while most of what we want to communicate stays locked in our brains.
Glendy Vanderah (Where the Forest Meets the Stars)
Savoring his first relationship, Gabe started to live as Ursa did, in an infinite present disconnected from the past or future.
Glendy Vanderah (Where the Forest Meets the Stars)
When I knew my mother would be dead in a few months, I had two choices . . .” She looked at him. “I could distance myself from the pain or get closer to it. Maybe because I’d lost my dad without getting a chance to tell him what he meant to me, I decided to get closer. I got so close, her pain and fear became my own.
Glendy Vanderah (Where the Forest Meets the Stars)
But Jo couldn’t find her, that self-possessed woman she used to be, and the discovery of her absence made her shudder like a fever had come over her. She had to hug her arms around her body to try to make it stop.
Glendy Vanderah (Where the Forest Meets the Stars)
He sat back in his chair. “I won’t. As always, words fail when you most want to say the right thing.” “People think they have to say something, and it never makes me feel better.” “I know. I’ve decided language isn’t as advanced as we think it is. We’re still apes trying to express our thoughts with grunts while most of what we want
Glendy Vanderah (Where the Forest Meets the Stars)
Her light is still with us, growing love across the universe.
Glendy Vanderah (Where the Forest Meets the Stars)
Lots of families are screwed up,” she said. “What matters is how much love there is.
Glendy Vanderah (Where the Forest Meets the Stars)
I could distance myself from the pain or get closer to it. Maybe because I’d lost my dad without getting a chance to tell him what he meant to me, I decided to get closer. I got so close, her pain and fear became my own. We shared everything and loved each other like we never had when death was some distant thing. In the end, part of me died with her. I’m not recovered from it even now, but I made the conscious choice to enter the darkness with her. Everyone I know who’s lost someone they love has voiced regrets—they wish they’d done this or that or loved them more. I have no regrets. None.
Glendy Vanderah (Where the Forest Meets the Stars)
Our wills and fates do so contrary run,” he said. “Hamlet, great line,” Gabe said.
Glendy Vanderah (Where the Forest Meets the Stars)
If the line is long, sometimes I have to leave.” “Why?” “The horrific crush of humanity on my soul. Haven’t you ever felt it?” “I think I have—in Walmart.
Glendy Vanderah (Where the Forest Meets the Stars)
Happy birthday to Eleanor Teale, the flower whisperer who made everyone and everything around her bloom. Her light is still with us, growing love across the universe.
Glendy Vanderah (Where the Forest Meets the Stars)
You don’t have to say anything.” He sat back in his chair. “I won’t. As always, words fail when you most want to say the right thing.
Glendy Vanderah (Where the Forest Meets the Stars)
For people like that, the natural world is vital, a spiritual experience.
Glendy Vanderah (Where the Forest Meets the Stars)
You know what she told me? She said survivors can live and love more fully than people who haven’t stared death in the face.
Glendy Vanderah (Where the Forest Meets the Stars)
always, words fail when you most want to say the right thing.” “People think they have to say something, and it never makes me feel better.” “I know. I’ve decided language isn’t as advanced as we think it is. We’re still apes trying to express our thoughts with grunts while most of what we want to communicate stays locked in our brains.
Glendy Vanderah (Where the Forest Meets the Stars)
In Chicago. She made me do lots of weird things when my mother was dying. She said I had to remember there was a big amazing world beyond the borders of my sad little country—she used those exact words.
Glendy Vanderah (Where the Forest Meets the Stars)
He was teaching you how to kill somebody.” “I didn’t think of it like that.” “Well, that’s what it’s all about, that or killing a deer, and I don’t see you doing that.” “I would never kill a deer!” “Good. No more guns, okay?
Glendy Vanderah (Where the Forest Meets the Stars)
even now, but I made the conscious choice to enter the darkness with her. Everyone I know who’s lost someone they love has voiced regrets—they wish they’d done this or that or loved them more. I have no regrets. None.
Glendy Vanderah (Where the Forest Meets the Stars)
In the end, part of me died with her. I’m not recovered from it even now, but I made the conscious choice to enter the darkness with her. Everyone I know who’s lost someone they love has voiced regrets—they wish they’d done this or that or loved them more. I have no regrets. None.
Glendy Vanderah (Where the Forest Meets the Stars)
ornithologists
Glendy Vanderah (Where the Forest Meets the Stars)
Today she contemplated the living,
Glendy Vanderah (Where the Forest Meets the Stars)
You see, that’s the problem with people now. They glimpse a little color in their gray fast-food world and they panic. Places like this are too real for them. But this is the kind of place where the really interesting stories of humanity play out.
Glendy Vanderah (Where the Forest Meets the Stars)
Pick up your water,” Tabby said. “Why?” “We’re doing a toast.” Jo lifted her battered blue water bottle, predictably situated next to her. “Ready?” Tabby said. “Ready,” Jo said. “Happy birthday to Eleanor Teale, the flower whisperer who made everyone and everything around her bloom. Her light is still with us, growing love across the universe.
Glendy Vanderah (Where the Forest Meets the Stars)
Like a child who obsessively colors within the lines, she had to regulate her every move or she might end up in the terrifying universe that lay beyond the shape she’d drawn to contain herself.
Glendy Vanderah (Where the Forest Meets the Stars)
The only danger of the moment was that Jo - and Gabe - might let those seconds pass away without seeing them as Ursa did, as her own teeny tweak of fate in a vast and miraculous universe, as a wondrous gift she was offering to them.
Glendy Vanderah (Where the Forest Meets the Stars)