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

In the Jewish religion it says - in the time of deepest darkest night act as if the morning has already come

We resist Joy on this planet more than we resist war.

I realize that the curriculum is my life on any given day. At this point, more than anything, my spiritual path means looking at every circumstance and trying to see my part in where it's good and where it's not so good.

Life is like a book that never ends. Chapters close, but not the book itself.

I also think the women's movement has unintentionally contributed to the dishonoring of motherhood. It happened because we made such a big deal about our right to go out into the world.

Our divine perfection - not registered by the physical eye but only by the heart’s knowing - is who we truly are. Our mortal imperfections - registered by the physical senses - are not who we truly are. Yet we keep trying, in love, to find each other’s perfection within the world of imperfection. And it simply is not there.