To be broken is no reason to see all things as broken.

We need experience to release what matters.

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.

Walk long enough and we all trade places.

The glassblower knows: while in the heat of beginning, any shape is possible. Once hardened, the only way to change is to break.

To walk quietly until the miracle in everything speaks is poetry, whether we write it down or not.

Whether you find it through mediation or sighing over tea or just turning all your devices off for five minutes, listening is an ancient lifeline by which we are awakened time and again. Once reawakened, we more easily find our way to each other, and so help each other live.