A soul-based workplace asks things of me that I didn't even know I had. It's constantly telling me that I belong to something large in the world.

I believe that human beings are desperate, always, to belong to something larger than themselves.

Poetry is often the art of overhearing yourself say things you didn't know you knew. It is a learned skill to force yourself to articulate your life, your present world or your possibilities for the future.

A sure sign of a soul-based workplace is excitement, enthusiasm, real passion; not manufactured passion, but real involvement. And there's very little fear.

I've had it where things didn't go well for me with movies or something that got canceled.

Regret is a short, evocative and achingly beautiful word: an elegy to lost possibilities even in its brief annunciation.