Through the opened heart, the world comes rushing in, the way oceans fill the smallest hole along the shore. It is the quietest sort of miracle: by simply being who we are, the world will come to fill us, to cleanse us, to baptize us, again and again.

Mysteriously, as elusive as it is, this moment--where the eye is what it sees, where the heart is what it feels--this moment shows us that what is real is sacred

Even when clouds grow thick, the sun still pours its light earthward.

We are love. But in an everyday setting we have to make choices. We have limits. We can love everyone and we can't love everyone.

Listening reminds me how precious it is to be here at all. And so, listening is the first step to peace, both inner peace and the compassion that connects people.

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

Birds learn how to fly, never knowing where flight will take them.