The act of quiet nighttime talking, illustrates for me more than anything else the curious alchemy of companionship.

Someone has to write all those stories: why not me?

meditation vs prayer = listening vs talking

How much do you love me?' and "Who's in charge?" ....these two questions of LOVE and CONTROL undo us ALL, trip us up and cause war, grief, and suffering. People follow different paths, straight or crooked, according to their temperament, depending on which they consider best, or most appropriate -- and all reach You, just as rivers enter the ocean.

Life's metaphors are God's instructions.

I've never seen any life transformation that didn't begin with the person in question finally getting tired of their own bullshit.

Being a woman did not look enviable to me, even when it looked admirable. It looked like nonstop sacrifice and service. Because it was. Being a woman seemed vulnerable and sad. Even the strong women I knew - and they were all strong - had earned their strength through enduring huge disappointments and tremendous struggles.