Whatever we put out, it's coming back to us. The universe keeps a perfect set of books.

Sometimes, when I talk to someone who has just been diagnosed with cancer or some other illness, I'll remind them: "If you were honest with yourself, you were depressed before this happened. And if this were over you would be happy for a couple of weeks, a couple of months, and then something else would come along."

What if we truly believed that there is a beneficent order to things, a force that's holding things together without our conscious control? What if we could see, in our daily lives, the working of that force? What if we believed it loved us somehow and cared for us, and protected us? What if we believed we could afford to relax?

God isn't a noun but a process...a continual, infinitely creative outpouring of love and light onto all living things.

Forgiveness is 'selective remembering'--a conscious decision to focus on love and let the rest go.

We need not wait for the world to become more mystical; the world is mystical. Our problem is not that the world lacks magic; our problem is that we don't believe in its magic. We do not show up fully for life, and then wonder why life is not showing up more fully for us.

You get to decide what energy you choose to download in any moment. No one but you gets to decide who you wish to be.