I was raised Jewish by atheistic-agnostic parents. During this journey, I had people from all walks and all faiths try to help. A Jewish priest who I was friends with wanted to lay hands on me - I didn't ask questions about how - I just said when and where and how often do you want to do it? I didn't argue.

I would want to affirm how rare and magnificent and messy it is to be alive, how there is really nothing between us and life, though so many things get in the way, and how our heart is the strongest muscle and resource we have.

Meditation, in all its forms and traditions, is an invitation to listen, to open, to quietly enlist the courage to be touched and formed by life.

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

Walk long enough and we all trade places.

Intuitive listening requires us to still our minds until the beauty of things older than our minds can find us.

Like roots finding water, we always wind up moving towards what sustains us.