Before we can count we are taught to be grateful for what others do. As we are broken open by our experience, we begin to be grateful for what is, and if we live long enough and deep enough and authentically enough, gratitude becomes a way of life.

If we are to access the resources of life, we must listen with our common heart to the cries of the world.

All the buried seeds crack open in the dark the instant they surrender to a process they can't see.

We need to give up what no longer works and find new ways of being that keeps us close to what matters.

The many ways to listen have been reaching into me for years. To enter deep listening, I've had to learn how to keep emptying and opening, how to keep beginning. I've had to lean into all I don't understand, accepting that I am changed by what I hear.

Wakefulness is not a destination but a song the human heart keeps singing, the way birds keep singing at the first sign of light.

The life of expression is the tuning fork by which we find our way to the sacred.