I looked a hundred times and all I saw was dust. The sun broke through and flecks of gold filled the air.
To listen is to lean in, softly, with a willingness to be changed by what we hear.
Tragedy stays alive by feeling what's been done to us, while peace comes alive by living with the results.
We're quietly aching for something to celebrate
Doing small things with love is the atom of bravery.
We need to give up what no longer works and find new ways of being that keeps us close to what matters.