I'm drawn to almost any piece of writing with the words 'divine love' and 'impeachment' in the first sentence. But I know the word 'divine' makes many progressive people run screaming for their cute little lives, and so one hesitates to use it.

To be engrossed by something outside ourselves is a powerful antidote for the rational mind, the mind that so frequently has its head up its own ass.

I also learned that you didn’t come onto this earth as a perfectionist or control freak. You weren’t born a person of cringe and contraction. You were born as energy, as life, made of the same stuff as stars, blossoms, breezes. You learned contraction to survive, but that was then. You have paid through the nose-paid but good. It is now your turn to reap.

... one of the immutable laws of being human is that the people who show up are the right people. [p. 65]

Perfectionism is a mean, frozen form of idealism, while messes are the artist's true friend.

Toddlers can make you feel as if you have violated some archaic law in their personal Koran and you should die, infidel.

Laughter is a bubbly, effervescent form of holiness