There's something in our makeup and in our bodies that really wants to luxuriate more in just the joy of being alive and not always consuming, creating, building. There's something inside of us that wants desperately to stop and experience and just be - not just always do.

I've realized that aging is the younger cousin of dying. ... How much time do I have left? We become aware that we're on the downside of the mountain, coasting toward our final days.

Don't persuade, defend or interrupt. Be curious, be conversational, be real. And listen.

Life is like a school; one can learn, one can graduate, one can skip a grade or stay behind.

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

But grief is also a tonic. It is a healing elixir, made of tears that lubricate the heart.

There is no one alive who has not wanted to go back to sleep.