My own time on earth has led me to believe in two powerful instruments that turn experience into love: holding and listening. For every time I have held or been held, every time I have listened or been listened to, experience burns like wood in that eternal fire, and I find myself in the presence of love. This has always been so.

The broken door lets in the light. The broken heart lets in the world.

When we deny what comes through us, it defines us. When we honestly face what comes through us, then who we are grows.

Joy in what we do is not an added feature; it is a sign of deep health.

If you truly hold a stone, you can feel the mountain it came from.

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.

Perhaps the hardest thing I've learned, and still struggle with, is that I don't have to be finished in order to be whole.