There is within each one of us a potential for goodness beyond our imagining; for giving which seeks no reward; for listening without judgment; for loving unconditionally.

I look for mystery and try to decipher it while knowing it is an impossible task. I look for memory, where Mystery lies.

How do geese know when to fly to the sun? Who tells them the seasons? How do we, humans know when it is time to move on? As with the migrant birds, so surely with us, there is a voice within if only we would listen to it, that tells us certainly when to go forth into the unknown.

There is no need to go to India or anywhere else to find peace. You will find that deep place of silence right in your room, your garden or even your bathtub.

If we could see that everything, even tragedy, is a gift in diguise, we would then find the best way to nourish the soul.

I am an artist because the knot is so powerful I just can not, nor want to be, anything else or do anything else.

We point to our unhappy circumstances to rationalize our negative feelings. This is the easy way out. It takes, after all, very little effort to feel victimized.