The extraordinary is waiting quietly beneath the skin of all that is ordinary.

I looked a hundred times and all I saw was dust. The sun broke through and flecks of gold filled the air.

When wiggling through a hole the world looks different than when scrubbed clean by the wiggle and looking back.

To distance ourselves from our experience makes our feelings a liability, while staying in conversation with our experience makes our feelings a resource.

To listen also means to stay in relationship, the central challenge of our time, and this requires us to constantly minimize whatever stands between us and life.

Even if one glimpses God, there are cuts and splinters and burns along the way.

When the sweet ache of being alive, lodged between who you are and who you will be, is awakened, befriend this moment. It will guide you. Its sweetness is what holds you. Its ache is what moves you on.