Each of us is born with an incorruptible spot of grace.

Intuitive listening requires us to still our minds until the beauty of things older than our minds can find us.

Walk long enough and we all trade places.

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.

Every human has an unfathomable gift that only meeting life head on will reveal.

Grief can be a slow ache that never seems to stop rising, yet as we grieve, those we love mysteriously become more and more a part of who we are.

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