Whatever opens us is not as important as what it opens.

We are broken open, or we willfully shed.

I had over twenty years ago damaged the cilia in my ears. This has taught me many things. One thing I learned, paradoxically, is that there is much to be heard in silence.

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

Try as we do to resist what we're given, this is the only doorway to truth. We waste too much time and energy denying or fighting where we find ourselves.

The practice of listening is one of the most mysterious, luminous, and challenging art forms on Earth.

Whether you find it through mediation or sighing over tea or just turning all your devices off for five minutes, listening is an ancient lifeline by which we are awakened time and again. Once reawakened, we more easily find our way to each other, and so help each other live.