I had over twenty years ago damaged the cilia in my ears. This has taught me many things. One thing I learned, paradoxically, is that there is much to be heard in silence.

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.

The flower doesn't dream of the bee. It blossoms and the bee comes.

I was raised Jewish by atheistic-agnostic parents. During this journey, I had people from all walks and all faiths try to help. A Jewish priest who I was friends with wanted to lay hands on me - I didn't ask questions about how - I just said when and where and how often do you want to do it? I didn't argue.

The simplest and bravest way to counter the plight of disheartenment is to move toward what is precious.

Just opening quietly for moments everyday can create a path by which life can reach us, the way rain carves a little stream in the earth by which the smallest flowers are watered.

In a world that lives like a fist mercy is not more than waking with your hands open.