By our very nature, we are a human paradox. We are a human being. The being is infinite and the human is very finite. We walk around like lightening in a bottle.

We need experience to release what matters.

Everything in life opens and closes, sheds and renews. We are no different. Listening in its endless forms is the way we stay open, the way we stay in relationship, the way we refresh who we are and what we're doing here.

Perhaps the hardest thing I've learned, and still struggle with, is that I don't have to be finished in order to be whole.

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

Each soul on earth is complete unto itself.

Through the opened heart, the world comes rushing in, the way oceans fill the smallest hole along the shore. It is the quietest sort of miracle: by simply being who we are, the world will come to fill us, to cleanse us, to baptize us, again and again.