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

Like roots finding water, we always wind up moving towards what sustains us.

All the buried seeds crack open in the dark the instant they surrender to a process they can't see.

I think happiness is overrated, but joy is the key to the thousands of possible moods we can feel. And when we can rest in that joy, then peace is the moment of openness that holds all feeling.

There are many ways that we grow, but there are two major ways: We shed what no longer works, or we're broken open. If we're unwilling to shed, then we will be broken open. Through shedding, we are worn down, just as nature is eroded to its beauty. I think that through suffering, human beings are eroded to our beauty.

Essentially, the life of expression is the ongoing journey of how we heal each other... for by telling our stories and listening to the stories of others, we let out who we are and find ourselves in each other, and find that we are more together than alone.

Live loud enough in your heart and there is no need to speak.