To distance ourselves from our experience makes our feelings a liability, while staying in conversation with our experience makes our feelings a resource.

The broken door lets in the light. The broken heart lets in the world.

Anything or anyone that asks you to be other than yourself is not holy, but is trying only to fill its own need.

Birds learn how to fly, never knowing where flight will take them.

Through the opened heart, the world comes rushing in, the way oceans fill the smallest hole along the shore. It is the quietest sort of miracle: by simply being who we are, the world will come to fill us, to cleanse us, to baptize us, again and again.

I would rather be fooled than not believe.

We work so hard to get somewhere, to realize a dream, to arrive at some destination, that we often forget that though some satisfaction may be waiting at the end of our endurance and effort, there is great and irreplaceable aliveness in the steps along the way.