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.

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

If we are to access the resources of life, we must listen with our common heart to the cries of the world.

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.

We're quietly aching for something to celebrate

It has always amazed and humbled me to how the risk to bloom can seem so insurmountable beforehand and so inevitably freeing once the threshold of suffering is crossed.

Like roots finding water, we always wind up moving towards what sustains us.