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

When the sweet ache of being alive, lodged between who you are and who you will be, is awakened, befriend this moment. It will guide you. Its sweetness is what holds you. Its ache is what moves you on.

The mystery is that whoever shows up when we dare to give has exactly what we need hidden in their trouble.

Doing small things with love is the atom of bravery.

The journey is made easier when we can accept that the process of living is designed for what matters to come through us tenderly.

Who's to say the effort to be real isn't the beginning of wings?

A love astounds us or a pain consumes us and we forget that we glow on our own.