I learned to just show up at the page and write down what I heard. Writing became more like eavesdropping and less like inventing a nuclear bomb.

Apologies are the art of spiritual housekeeping. They help to put and keep our lives in order.

I am breathing in and out. Realizing this, I began to notice that each moment was not without its beauty.

As you explore your inner world, your outer world will come more sharply into focus. As you face your imagined barriers, you will encounter real ones, as well.

Growth is an erratic forward movement: two steps forward, one step back. Remember that and be very gentle with yourself.

Perfectionism is not a quest for the best. It is a pursuit of the worst in ourselves, the part that tells us that nothing we do will ever be good enough - that we should try again.

When we write about our lives we respond to them. As we respond to them we are rendered more fluid, more centered, more agile on our own behalf. We are tendered conscious.