I didn't know the language of my own wisdom. I wanted to be loved and after all the various relationships I went through, I finally realized I am love. I carry love.

Grief can be a slow ache that never seems to stop rising, yet as we grieve, those we love mysteriously become more and more a part of who we are.

…there are no wrong turns, only unexpected paths.

There are many ways that we grow, but there are two major ways: We shed what no longer works, or we're broken open. If we're unwilling to shed, then we will be broken open. Through shedding, we are worn down, just as nature is eroded to its beauty. I think that through suffering, human beings are eroded to our beauty.

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

…I keep looking for one more teacher, only to find that fish learn from the water and birds learn from the sky.” (p.275)

Let the miracles, even the ones we don't want or see, unfold.