Human beings are what I think of as "biomythic" animals: we're controlled largely by the stories we tell. When we get the story wrong, we get out of harmony with the rest of the natural order.

You come to love not by discovering the ideal individual, yet by figuring out how to see a blemished individual flawlessly.

The sense of gratitude produces true spiritual alchemy, makes us magnanimous - large souled.

I suspect that we are all recipients of cosmic love notes. Messages, omens, voices, cries, revelations, and appeals are homogenized into each day's events. If only we knew how to listen, to read the signs.

Trust what moves you most deeply.

The best practice is to follow the advice posted on every railroad crossing: Stop. Look. Listen.

If we don't preserve forest habitat for spotted owls, then soon we won't have trees to refresh the air we breathe. And we're realizing that this applies to social ecology, as well.