These days cry out, as never before, for us to pay attention, so we can move through them and get our joy and pride back.

This is who I want to be in the world. This is who I think we are supposed to be, people who help call forth human beings from deep inside hopelessness.

...after a few days at the desk, telling the truth in an interesting way turns out to be as easy and pleasurable as bathing a cat.

I worry that Jesus drinks himself to sleep when he hears me talk like this.

Here are the two best prayers I know: 'Help me, help me, help me' and 'Thank you, thank you, thank you.

Try looking at your mind as a wayward puppy that you are trying to paper train. You don't drop-kick a puppy into the neighbor's yard every time it piddles on the floor. You just keep bringing it back to the newspaper.

There is ecstasy in paying attention.