Wakefulness is not a destination but a song the human heart keeps singing, the way birds keep singing at the first sign of light.

Wakefulness is not a destination but a song the human heart keeps singing, the way birds keep singing at the first sign of light.

To be broken is no reason to see all things as broken.

I had over twenty years ago damaged the cilia in my ears. This has taught me many things. One thing I learned, paradoxically, is that there is much to be heard in silence.

Each of us is born with an incorruptible spot of grace.

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

Sometimes the simplest and best use of our will is to drop it all and just walk out from under everything that is covering us, even if only for an hour or so—just walk out from under the webs we've spun, the tasks we've assumed, the problems we have to solve. They'll be there when we get back, and maybe some of them will fall apart without our worry to hold them up.