This is your body, your greatest gift, pregnant with wisdom you do not hear, grief you thought was forgotten, and joy you have never known.

If you are living for an ideal and driving yourself as hard as you can to be perfect - at your job or as a mother or as a perfect wife - you lose the natural, slow rythmn of life. There's a rushing, trying to attain the ideal; the slower pace of the beat of the earth, the state where you simply are, is forgotten

Consciousness will not always solve the problem, but it may make the suffering meaningful.

The body is like an elaborate metaphor. One may be able to taste and not swallow, like the anorexic, or to swallow and not integrate, like the bulimic or obese.

A flower won't open if I yell at it and say “Bloom!

Instead of transcending ourselves, we must move into ourselves.

It is our very fear of the future that distorts the now that could lead to a different future if we dared to be whole in the present.