Even if one glimpses God, there are cuts and splinters and burns along the way.
The real challenge is to remember to see clearly when everything's flying around us and we're wrapped up in our [emotional] wounds and traumas.
Even when clouds grow thick, the sun still pours its light earthward.
If you truly hold a stone, you can feel the mountain it came from.
The broken door lets in the light. The broken heart lets in the world.
I had over twenty years ago damaged the cilia in my ears. This has taught me many things. One thing I learned, paradoxically, is that there is much to be heard in silence.