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

In the way that I experience life, the physical world is really just the tip of the iceberg of reality. Whether it's trees or stones or water or animals or stars, everything has an ineffable interior quality.

Sometimes the simplest and best use of our will is to drop it all and just walk out from under everything that is covering us, even if only for an hour or so—just walk out from under the webs we've spun, the tasks we've assumed, the problems we have to solve. They'll be there when we get back, and maybe some of them will fall apart without our worry to hold them up.

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

What we reach for may be different, but what makes us reach is the same.

We need experience to release what matters.

The journey is made easier when we can accept that the process of living is designed for what matters to come through us tenderly.