Each of us carries some wisdom waiting to be discovered at the center of our experience. Everything we meet, if faced and held, reveals a part of that wisdom.

No bird can fly without opening its wings, and no one can love without exposing their hearts.

For being human, we remember and forget. We stray and return, fall down and get up, and cling and let go, again and again. But it is this straying and returning that makes life interesting, this clinging and letting go - damned as it is - that exercises the heart.

My own time on earth has led me to believe in two powerful instruments that turn experience into love: holding and listening. For every time I have held or been held, every time I have listened or been listened to, experience burns like wood in that eternal fire, and I find myself in the presence of love. This has always been so.

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.

…there are no wrong turns, only unexpected paths.

Part of the blessing and challenge of being human is that we must discover our own true nature.