We are all continually asked to learn how to ask for what we need, only to practice accepting what we're given.

The flower doesn't dream of the bee. It blossoms and the bee comes.

The resource of life is everywhere, even in the smallest of things and we're never very far from it.

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.

Everything in life opens and closes, sheds and renews. We are no different. Listening in its endless forms is the way we stay open, the way we stay in relationship, the way we refresh who we are and what we're doing here.

Whatever truth we feel compelled to withhold, no matter how unthinkable it is to imagine ourselves telling it, not to is a way of spiritually holding our breath. You can only do it for so long.

Those who truly love us will never knowingly ask us to be other than we are