Love to me is - the final lines in Dante's Paradiso, when he says, "The love that moves the Sun and all the stars" - it's what draws us together, it's why we have leaky margins with each other. It is that sumptuous, sensuous, sensitive quickening that happens when we really know ourselves as love and see ourselves as loving.

I don't think that any great issue ever gets resolved. I think we outgrow them.

Now is the time when we must renew ourselves and live as if we and all of life is sacred, and as if everything we do makes a difference.

Ironically, we are all too often educated out of rather than in to an awareness of the body.

Stories are living and dynamic. Stories exist to be exchanged. They are the currency of Human Growth.

I think of spirit as that which evokes us - the lure of becoming that keeps calling. And I think of soul as that which gets us through the cartography of everyday life.

Our senses are indeed our doors and windows on this world, in a very real sense the key to the unlocking of meaning and the wellspring of creativity.