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.

We tend to make the thing in the way the way.

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

Even if one glimpses God, there are cuts and splinters and burns along the way.

Intuitive listening requires us to still our minds until the beauty of things older than our minds can find us.

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

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