I think it's better that people actually are saying what they feel. Especially, people are saying, I'm not heard. I don't have a voice in America.

What wants to live in you may be waiting...at the end of a long loneliness.

There is an art to grieving. To grieve well the loss of anyone or anything--a parent, a love, a child, an era, a home, a job--is a creative act. It takes attention and patience and courage. But many of us do not know how to grieve. We were never taught, and we don't see examples of full-bodied grieving around us. Our culture favors the fast-food model of mourning--get over it quick and get back to work; affix the bandage of "closure" and move on.

I actually don't think we're more divided than we were. I think it's more evident. It's more evident because of the internet.

We need to claim our power for something beautiful, something harmonious and something globally healthy.

Meditation practice is like piano scales, basketball drills, ballroom dance class. Practice requires discipline; it can be tedious; it is necessary. After you have practiced enough, you become more skilled at the art form itself. You do not practice to become a great scale player or drill champion. You practice to become a musician or athlete. Likewise, one does not practice meditation to become a great meditator. We meditate to wake up and live, to become skilled at the art of living.

We must pay attention to the voice that calls us out of the safety zone.