The dead leave us starving with mouths full of love.” from “Memoriam

Like other ghosts, she whispers; not for me to join her, but so that, when I'm close enough, she can push me back into the world.

The truth doesn't care what we think of it.

...when we say we're looking for a spiritual adviser, we're really looking for someone to tell us what to do with our bodies. Decisions of the flesh. We forget to learn from pleasure as well as pain.

Some stones are so heavy only silence helps you carry them!

Trees for example, carry the memory of rainfal. In their rings we read ancient weather - storms, sunlight and temperatures, the growing seasons of centuries. A forest shares a history which each tree remembers even after it has been felled.

It is not a person’s depth you must discover, but their ascent. Find their path from depth to ascent.