The process of growth is, it seems, the art of falling down. Growth is measured by the gentleness and awareness with which we once again pick ourselves up, the lightness with which we dust ourselves off, the openness with which we continue and take the next unknown step, beyond our edge, beyond our holding, into the remarkable mystery of being.

When we see all women as the divine mother and all men as the divine father, everyone you meet is sacred.

[D]on’t cling to your self-righteous suffering, let it go. . . . Nothing is too good to be true, let yourself be forgiven. To the degree you insist that you must suffer, you insist on the suffering of others as well. (90)

Our suffering is caused by holding on to how things might have been, should have been, could have been.

To heal is to touch with love that which we previously touched with fear.

Let there be peace on earth and let it begin with me. There is nothing to do but be.

The mind creates the abyss. The heart crosses over it. Love is the bridge.