We travel so far only to land where we are. We imagine other lives, only to meet who we are. We seek out love in special ways, only to find everyone is special. Humbly, we can't avoid this journey.

We think that accomplishing things will complete us, when it is experiencing life that will.

In life as in water, when we curl up or flail we sink. When we spread and go still, we are carried by the largest sea of all: the sea of grace that flows steadily beneath the turmoil of events. And just as fish can't see the ocean they live in, we can't quite see the spirit that sustains us.

Every human has an unfathomable gift that only meeting life head on will reveal.

All the buried seeds crack open in the dark the instant they surrender to a process they can't see.

To journey without being changed, is to be a nomad. To change without journeying is to be a chameleon. To journey and to be transformed by the journeying is to be a pilgrim.

To listen is to lean in, softly, with a willingness to be changed by what we hear.