No bird can fly without opening its wings, and no one can love without exposing their hearts.

We work so hard to get somewhere, to realize a dream, to arrive at some destination, that we often forget that though some satisfaction may be waiting at the end of our endurance and effort, there is great and irreplaceable aliveness in the steps along the way.

Walk long enough and we all trade places.

Tragedy stays alive by feeling what's been done to us, while peace comes alive by living with the results.

A love astounds us or a pain consumes us and we forget that we glow on our own.

Intuitive listening requires us to still our minds until the beauty of things older than our minds can find us.

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.