Four hundred year old trees, who draw aliveness from the earth like smoke from the heart of God, we come, not knowing you will hush our little want to be big; we come, not knowing that all the work is so much busyness of mind; all the worry, so much busyness of heart. As the sun warms anything near, being warms everything still and the great still things that outlast us make us crack like leaves of laurel releasing a fragrance that has always been.

The practice of listening is one of the most mysterious, luminous, and challenging art forms on Earth.

We can never be prepared for everything. No one person can anticipate all of life. In fact, overpreparation is yet another way to wall ourselves in from life.

To walk quietly until the miracle in everything speaks is poetry, whether we write it down or not.

We're quietly aching for something to celebrate

Accepting what we're given is a practice in being present to everything beyond us that lets us become intimate with the nature of life.

Let's be in awe which doesn't mean anything but the courage to gape like fish at the surface breaking around our mouths as we meet the air.