Allowing dying to be so intensely present enriches both the preciousness of each moment and our detachment from it.

Aging has its own beauty. It is a beautiful stage for doing inner work. You have a chance to not be so dependent on social approval. You can be a little more eccentric. You can be more alone. And you can examine loneliness and boredom instead of being afraid of them. There is such an art and a possibility of aging.

Our interactions with one another reflect a dance between love and fear.

I look at you, and I see in you the yearning to get back to God. That yearning is love.

So many times each day we support each other informally without ever becoming 'helper' or 'helped.' Perhaps we're finding an article of clothing for a partner, cutting bread for one of the children, collecting the mail for the person at the next desk, holding the coat for someone at a restaurant.

The soul is not part of the incarnation. It comes into the incarnation. And the soul is not afraid of death because it has done it so many times.

Being in love, rather than giving or taking love, is the only thing that provides stability. Being in love means seeing the Beloved all around me.