The resistance to praying is like the resistance of tightly clenched fists. This image shows a tension, a desire to cling tightly to yourself, a greediness which betrays fear.

Life is not a possession to be defended, but a gift to be shared.

It is not easy to enter into the silence and reach beyond the many boisterous and demanding voices of our world and to discover there the small intimate voice saying: 'You are my Belived Child, on you my favor rests.'

The art of living is to enjoy what we can see and not complain about what remains in the dark. When we are able to take the next step with trust that we will have enough light for the step that follows, we can walk through life with joy and be surprised at how far we go.

The real 'work' of prayer is to become silent and listen to the voice that says good things about me.

Forgiveness indeed heals memories

We are all healers who can reach out and offer health, and we are all patients in constant need of help.