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.

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

I would rather be fooled than not believe.

Those who truly love us will never knowingly ask us to be other than we are

Who's to say the effort to be real isn't the beginning of wings?

The key to knowing joy is being easily pleased.

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