What can we learn about living from those who are face to face with the prospect of dying?

People have a better chance of listening when they feel they are being heard.

We have so many filters that seem required for our experience of life, but instead of helping us, what they often do is prevent us from truly living or living more fully.

I am the living dead girl because I am too weak to die. I hate those crying dough women on TV because they are just like me, weak and broken and clinging to the hands that hold us under.

Judge me for who I am - not who you think I am.

Have you ever noticed how often creativity defies logic?