The world of public discourse - political, social, diplomatic, commercial - has so corrupted language that we are rightly more suspicious of the meaning of words than we are convinced of their veracity. Language has been turned on its head.
When Stories nestle in the body, soul comes forth.
Beauty appears when something is completely and absolutely and openly itself.
The gods come to us in the forms we recognize.
It's what we do for each other that heals.
Without compassion, we will never know anyone or anything, not even our own story. Too much judgment, too many ideas and attitudes will stand in the way of the fundamental principle that we are similar to, connected with, and part of everything else.