Meditation did not relieve me of my anxiety so much as flesh it out. It took my anxious response to the world, about which I felt a lot of confusion and shame, and let me understand it more completely. Perhaps the best way to phrase it is to say that meditation showed me that the other side of anxiety is desire. They exist in relationship to each other, not independently.

Trauma never goes away completely, it changes perhaps, softens some with time, but never completely goes away.

Meditation is not a means of forgetting the ego; it is a method of using the ego to observe and tame its own manifestations.

As my Buddhist teachers have shown me, wisdom emerges in the space around words as much as from language itself.

Anger is sign that something needs to change.

We are looking for a way to feel more real, but we do not realize that to feel more real we have to push ourselves further into the unknown.

We are what we think, having become what we thought.