In the end, we are only tiny frightened animals, doing our best to survive amid other tiny frightened animals.

The world is more magical, less predictable, more autonomous, less controllable, more varied, less simple, more infinite, less knowable, more wonderfully troubling than we could have imagined being able to tolerate when we were young.

We serve the world by finding out what feeds us, and, having been fed, then share our gifts with others.

The goal of individuation is wholeness, as much as we can accomplish, not the triumph of the ego.

As children we listened to the sound of the sea still echoing in the shell we picked up by the shore. That ancestral roar links us to the great sea which surges within us as well.

To experience some healing within yourself, and to contribute healing to the world, you are summoned to wade through the muck from time to time.

How many of those who are insecure seek power over others as a compensation for inadequacy and wind up bringing consequences down upon their heads and those around them? How many hide out in their lives, resist the summons to show up, or live fugitive lives, jealous, projecting onto others, and then wonder why nothing ever really feels quite right. How many proffer compliance with the other, buying peace at the price of soul, and wind up with neither?