Acknowledging that sometimes, often at very crucial times, you really have no idea where you are going or even where the path lies. A the same time, you can very well know something about where you are now (even if it is knowing that you are lost, confused, enraged or without hope).

Arriving someplace more desirable at some future time is an illusion. This is it.

Meditation is really a non-doing. It is the only human endeavor I know of being where you already are.

He who dies before he dies does not die when he dies.

Even though in principle we may "know better", we routinely succumb all the same to the incessant, often frantic and unexamined busyness of thinking we have to get somewhere else first before we can rest; thinking we need to get certain things done to feel we have accomplished something before we can be happy.

Writing can be an incredible mindfulness practice.

You can't stop the waves, but you can learn to surf.