Dogs are the magicians of the universe.

This kind of forgetting does not erase memory, it lays the emotion surrounding the memory to rest.

The soul has no gender.

Nurture is like psychic Wheaties.

Be proud of your scars. They have everything to do with your strength, and what you've endured. They're a treasure map to the deep self.

It is not given to us to know which acts or by whom, will cause the critical mass to tip toward an enduring good. What's needed for dramatic change is an accumulation of acts, adding, adding to, adding more, continuing. We know that it does not take 'everyone on Earth' to bring justice and peace, but only a small, determined group who will not give up during the first, second, or hundredth gale.

Suppose... the body is a God in its own right, a teacher, a mentor, a certified guide? Then what? .... Are we strong enough to refute the party line and listen deep, listen true to the body as a powerful and holy being?