When we heal ourselves, we heal the world.

In a world that lives like a fist mercy is not more than waking with your hands open.

If we are to access the resources of life, we must listen with our common heart to the cries of the world.

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.

I have found that life is alive and we are requested to have a friendship with it, to have a conversation with life and that conversation is restorative and healing and always nearby.

For though we stubbornly cling, believing in our moment of hunger that there is no other possibility of love, we only have to let go of what we want so badly and our life will unfold. For love is everywhere.

What we reach for may be different, but what makes us reach is the same.