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.

We're quietly aching for something to celebrate

To be broken is no reason to see all things as broken.

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

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

Birds learn how to fly, never knowing where flight will take them.

The humility of wonder opens everything.