“I am further than I’ve ever been from my garden, yet I still feel the garden inside me. […] I remember everything about love as I climb the stairs. It’s coming back to me now.
How much does love weigh?
As much as a stone, a feather, a rose petal, a leaf.
It’s more than we can ever bear and less than we have the strength to carry. It’s invisible. It’s right there in front of me. It’s made out of stones. It’s made out of air.”—Green Witch, Alice Hoffman (via milkwoods)