The resource of life is everywhere, even in the smallest of things and we're never very far from it.

The broken door lets in the light. The broken heart lets in the world.

In the way that I experience life, the physical world is really just the tip of the iceberg of reality. Whether it's trees or stones or water or animals or stars, everything has an ineffable interior quality.

Rather than finding heaven on earth, we are asked to release heaven by living on earth.

Four hundred year old trees, who draw aliveness from the earth like smoke from the heart of God, we come, not knowing you will hush our little want to be big; we come, not knowing that all the work is so much busyness of mind; all the worry, so much busyness of heart. As the sun warms anything near, being warms everything still and the great still things that outlast us make us crack like leaves of laurel releasing a fragrance that has always been.

Like roots finding water, we always wind up moving towards what sustains us.

To be broken is no reason to see all things as broken.