To listen is to lean in, softly, with a willingness to be changed by what we hear.

As the seed buried in the earth cannot imagine itself as an orchid or hyacinth, neither can a heart packed with hurt imagine itself loved or at peace. The courage of the seed is that once cracking, it cracks all the way.

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.

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

We're quietly aching for something to celebrate

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

I think happiness is overrated, but joy is the key to the thousands of possible moods we can feel. And when we can rest in that joy, then peace is the moment of openness that holds all feeling.