We think that accomplishing things will complete us, when it is experiencing life that will.

We need experience to release what matters.

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

For though we stubbornly cling, believing in our moment of hunger that there is no other possibility of love, we only have to let go of what we want so badly and our life will unfold. For love is everywhere.

Repetition is not failure. Ask the waves, ask the leaves, ask the wind.

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.

In life as in water, when we curl up or flail we sink. When we spread and go still, we are carried by the largest sea of all: the sea of grace that flows steadily beneath the turmoil of events. And just as fish can't see the ocean they live in, we can't quite see the spirit that sustains us.