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 are all continually asked to learn how to ask for what we need, only to practice accepting what we're given.

When we keep choosing between right and wrong. We spend our energy sorting life rather than living it.

To love by admitting our connection to everything is how we stay well.

Repetition is not failure. Ask the waves, ask the leaves, ask the wind.

I don't personally believe in an arrived state of enlightenment. I feel that being human is a constant practice of return. We have moments of clarity, and then we're confused. We have incredibly sensitive periods of being awake, and then we're numb. Being human is a very universal and a very personal practice of learning how to return when we can't get access to what we know.

Live loud enough in your heart and there is no need to speak.