Your inside person doesn’t age. Your inside person is soul, is heart, in the eternal now, the ageless, the old, the young, all the ages you’ve ever been.

My best teachers were mess, failure, death, mistakes, and the people I hated, including myself.

Living on Earth has always been a dangerous way to spend your time.

Lighthouses don’t go running all over an island looking for boats to save; they just stand there shining.

Perfectionism is the voice of the oppressor.

Because this business of becoming conscious, of being a writer, is ultimately about asking yourself, How alive am I willing to be?

Peace is joy at rest. Joy is peace on its feet. quoting her pastor in Salon, April 25, 2003