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

Even when clouds grow thick, the sun still pours its light earthward.

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.

My friends are the beings through whom God loves me.

Even if one glimpses God, there are cuts and splinters and burns along the way.

To listen is to continually give up all expectation and to give our attention, completely and freshly, to what is before us, not really knowing what we will hear or what that will mean. In the practice of our days, to listen is to lean in, softly, with a willingness to be changed by what we hear.

I didn't know the language of my own wisdom. I wanted to be loved and after all the various relationships I went through, I finally realized I am love. I carry love.