Where there is a way or path, it is someone else's. Each of us has to find his own way.

A hero is someone who has given his or her life to something bigger than oneself.

The hero’s journey always begins with the call. One way or another, a guide must come to say, 'Look, you’re in Sleepy Land. Wake. Come on a trip. There is a whole aspect of your consciousness, your being, that’s not been touched. So you’re at home here? Well, there’s not enough of you there.' And so it starts.

I think the person who takes a job in order to live - that is to say, for the money - has turned himself into a slave.

An old Apache storyteller reminds us

Just as anyone who listens to the muse will hear, you can write out of your own intention or out of inspiration. There is such a thing. It comes up and talks. And those who have heard deeply the rhythms and hymns of the gods, can recite those hymns in such a way that the gods will be attracted.

What am I? Am I the bulb that carries the light, or am I the light of which the bulb is a vehicle?