The greatest tragedy is to live out someone else's life thinking it was your own.

Those who will not slip beneath the still surface on the well of grief turning downward through it s black water to the place we cannot breathe will never know the source from which we drink, the secret water, cold and clear, nor find in the darkness glimmering the small round coins thrown by those who wished for something else.

There is a lovely root to the word humiliation - from the latin word humus, meaning soil or ground. When we are humiliated, we are in effect returning to the ground of our being.

Everyone casts a shadow. Everyone has a relationship with the fearful unknown.

To feel abandoned is to deny the intimacy of your surroundings.

Gratitude arises from paying attention, from being awake in the presence of everything that lives within and without us.

It doesn't interest me if there is one God or many gods. I want to know if you belong or feel abandoned. If you know despair or can see it in others.