What an absurd amount of energy I have been wasting all my life trying to find out how things 'really are', when all the time they weren't.

Fears, indecision, and frustration feed on words. Without words they usually stop. . . . Words are at times good for looking back, but they are confining when I need to act in the present.

We feel understood by people who like us; misunderstood by people who don't -- and those feelings are probably realistic.

Problems assault us to the degree they preoccupy us. The key to release, rest, and inner freedom is not the elimination of all external difficulties. It is letting go of our pattern of reactions to those difficulties.

But it's morning. Within my hands is another day. Another day to listen and love and walk and glory. I am here for another day.

There is nothing more painful than walking around with bitterness in your heart.

True humor is fun - it does not put down, kid, or mock. It makes people feel wonderful, not separate, different, and cut off. True humor has beneath it the understanding that we are all in this together.