Anything or anyone that asks you to be other than yourself is not holy, but is trying only to fill its own need.

We are love. But in an everyday setting we have to make choices. We have limits. We can love everyone and we can't love everyone.

The mystery is that whoever shows up when we dare to give has exactly what we need hidden in their trouble.

We're quietly aching for something to celebrate

In truth, the more we lean into life, the more we authentically interact with the world, the brighter our flame.

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.

The point of experience is not to escape life but to live it.