We tend to make the thing in the way the way.

I have found that life is alive and we are requested to have a friendship with it, to have a conversation with life and that conversation is restorative and healing and always nearby.

We're quietly aching for something to celebrate

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.

…I keep looking for one more teacher, only to find that fish learn from the water and birds learn from the sky.” (p.275)

I don't personally believe in an arrived state of enlightenment. I feel that being human is a constant practice of return. We have moments of clarity, and then we're confused. We have incredibly sensitive periods of being awake, and then we're numb. Being human is a very universal and a very personal practice of learning how to return when we can't get access to what we know.

The greedy one gathered all the cherries, while the simple one tasted all the cherries in one.