Our thinking minds deprive us of the happiness that comes when we are living fully in the moment.
Until we know that we can bear the unbearable, we're always running scared.
When someone we love dies, we get so busy mourning what died that we ignore what didn't.
Our interactions with one another reflect a dance between love and fear.
We're fascinated by the words--but where we meet is in the silence behind them.
The witness is always in the here and now and it lives in each instant of living. To be in the witness is to listen with a still heart, with a waiting, open soul, without clinging, without opinions.