The journey is made easier when we can accept that the process of living is designed for what matters to come through us tenderly.

It has always amazed and humbled me to how the risk to bloom can seem so insurmountable beforehand and so inevitably freeing once the threshold of suffering is crossed.

I would rather be fooled than not believe.

We think that accomplishing things will complete us, when it is experiencing life that will.

When we keep choosing between right and wrong. We spend our energy sorting life rather than living it.

We are all continually asked to learn how to ask for what we need, only to practice accepting what we're given.

I think happiness is overrated, but joy is the key to the thousands of possible moods we can feel. And when we can rest in that joy, then peace is the moment of openness that holds all feeling.