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

A love astounds us or a pain consumes us and we forget that we glow on our own.

Intuitive listening requires us to still our minds until the beauty of things older than our minds can find us.

In life as in water, when we curl up or flail we sink. When we spread and go still, we are carried by the largest sea of all: the sea of grace that flows steadily beneath the turmoil of events. And just as fish can't see the ocean they live in, we can't quite see the spirit that sustains us.

We need experience to release what matters.

When we heal ourselves, we heal the world.

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.