Our wounds are our sources of growth.

My sense is that you can never teach anybody anything, or change anybody in ways that they don't already have in mind.

Of course love is never earned. It is a grace we give one another. Anything we need to earn is only approval.

Our limitations serve, our wounds serve, even our darkness can serve.

Fear is the friction in all transitions.

Grieving allows us to heal, to remember with love rather than pain. It is a sorting process. One by one you let go of the things that are gone and you mourn for them. One by one you take hold of the things that have become a part of who you are and build again.

Perhaps the most important thing we ever give each other is our attention