We want to prove we are good writers or good business, good parents or good teachers. The world is very competitive and catches us in this frenzy. It wants us to go here, be there, and be part of this or that.

Community means that people come together around the table, not just to feed their bodies, but to feed their minds and their relationships.

The only feelings that do not heal are the ones you hide.

In solitude we become aware that we were together before we came together and that life is not a creation of our will but rather an obedient response to the reality of our being united.

When we are crushed like grapes, we cannot think of the wine we will become.

We have to trust that our stories deserve to be told. We may discover that the better we tell our stories the better we will want to live them.

Prayer is not a pious decoration of life but the breath of human existence.