Sometimes grace is a ribbon of mountain air that gets in through the cracks.

I would seriously rather be in a long line at the DMV than eat with people I don't know.

I’ve heard it said that every day you need half an hour of quiet time for yourself, or your Self, unless you’re incredibly busy and stressed, in which case you need an hour. I promise you, it is there. Fight tooth and nail to find time, to make it. It is our true wealth, this moment, this hour, this day.

The solution is always spiritual, and it almost never has anything to do with the problem ... laughter is carbonated holiness.

It's funny: I always imagined when I was a kid that adults had some kind of inner toolbox full of shiny tools: the saw of discernment, the hammer of wisdom, the sandpaper of patience. But then when I grew up I found that life handed you these rusty bent old tools - friendships, prayer, conscience, honesty - and said 'do the best you can with these, they will have to do'. And mostly, against all odds, they do.

Sometimes Heaven is just a new pair of glasses.

When you make friends with fear, it can’t rule you.