Friends, there are many areas in which I need encouragement, but worrying is not one of them. I worry the way Renée Fleming sings high Cs: Effortlessly. Loudly. At length.

In the moments I get it right, every step I take seems to be matched by a universal mystery, which obligingly, incredibly, creates what I can't.

Instead of fretting about getting everything done, why not simply accept that being alive means having things to do? Then drop into full engagement with whatever you're doing, and let the worry go.

Ten bajillion product ads notwithstanding, your looks are another thing that's basically genetic.

The holy days are the best times to focus on real enthusiasm, the inner source that lightens and sanctifies our lives all year.

Play until it's time to rest, then rest until it's time to play.

There's tons of magic in the world, and it's all science.