Spiritual growth is like childbirth: you dilate, then you contract, you dilate, then you contract again. as painful as it all feels, it's the necessary rhythm for reaching the ultimate goal of total openness.

Living meaningfully is what brings joy.

We arrogantly assume that the nervous system doesn't really need to be coaxed into romance. That romance comes from some other place.

Love is who we are, and when we deviate from that love we're deviating from our ultimate, essential, eternal reality.

Real love is comforting, to be sure, but not always at first.

Even a happy life has a sad day. We fail to provide a context which says it's okay to cry, it's okay to be sad. So I think making the space for suffering is so important and making space for this expression of feelings in community.

It isn't courageous to go forth when you don't know the dangers. But it's very courageous to go forth when you do.