My friends are the beings through whom God loves me.
What we reach for may be different, but what makes us reach is the same.
A love astounds us or a pain consumes us and we forget that we glow on our own.
Intuitive listening requires us to still our minds until the beauty of things older than our minds can find us.
The humility of wonder opens everything.
Even when clouds grow thick, the sun still pours its light earthward.