What if the question is not why I am so infrequently the person I really want to be, but why do I so infrequently want to be the person I really am?

What if becoming who and what we truly are happens not through striving and trying but by recognizing and receiving the people and places and practices that offer us the warmth of encouragement we need to unfold?

Loudly declaring our soul's desire can get the blood running and our passions blazing.

... It doesn't interest me where or what or with whom you have studied. I want to know what sustains you from the inside when all else falls away. I want to know if you can be alone with yourself, and if you truly like the company you keep in the empty moments.

There is nowhere to go. What you are looking for is right here. Open the fist clenched in wanting and see what you already hold in your hand

It doesn’t interest me what you do for a living, I want to know what you ache for, and if you dare to dream of meeting your heart’s longing.

When we surrender when we do not fight with life when it calls upon us we are lifted and the strength to do what needs to be done finds us.