The willingness to consider possibility requires a tolerance of uncertainty.

Wounding and healing are not opposites. They're part of the same thing. It is our wounds that enable us to be compassionate with the wounds of others. It is our limitations that make us kind to the limitations of other people. It is our loneliness that helps us to to find other people or to even know they're alone with an illness. I think I have served people perfectly with parts of myself I used to be ashamed of.

Perhaps losing integrity with yourself is the greatest stress of all, far more hurtful to us than competition, time pressure, or lack of respect. Our vitality is rooted in our integrity. When we do not live in one piece, our life force becomes divided. Becoming separated from our authentic values may weaken us.

The sacred lives beyond labels and judgment, in the wood-of-no-names.

In the silence of listening, you can know yourself in everyone, the unseen singing softly to itself and to you.

Our listening creates a sanctuary for the homeless parts within another person.

I don't think there's such a thing as a bad emotion. The only bad emotion is a stuck emotion.