Perhaps the hardest thing I've learned, and still struggle with, is that I don't have to be finished in order to be whole.

The real challenge is to remember to see clearly when everything's flying around us and we're wrapped up in our [emotional] wounds and traumas.

To journey without being changed, is to be a nomad. To change without journeying is to be a chameleon. To journey and to be transformed by the journeying is to be a pilgrim.

All the buried seeds crack open in the dark the instant they surrender to a process they can't see.

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

Each of us carries some wisdom waiting to be discovered at the center of our experience. Everything we meet, if faced and held, reveals a part of that wisdom.

Try as we do to resist what we're given, this is the only doorway to truth. We waste too much time and energy denying or fighting where we find ourselves.