The extraordinary is waiting quietly beneath the skin of all that is ordinary.
In a world that lives like a fist mercy is not more than waking with your hands open.
No amount of thinking can stop thinking.
What is not ex-pressed is de-pressed.
One of the most challenging ways is to slow down enough to relax our heart and feel what is nearest. It could be the sun reflecting off of broken glass in an alley. It could be the shine on a crow. It could be snow on a lamp post.
Just opening quietly for moments everyday can create a path by which life can reach us, the way rain carves a little stream in the earth by which the smallest flowers are watered.