You've got to figure out which end of the needle you're gon' be, the one that's fastened to the thread or the end that pierces the cloth.

When compassion wakes up in us, we find ourselves more willing to become vulnerable, to take the risk of entering the pain of others.

Whatever else you do, listen to your Deepest Self. Love Her and be true to Her, speak Her truth, always.

The words were unexpected, but so incisively true. So much of prayer is like that - an encounter with a truth that has sunk to the bottom of the heart, that wants to be found, wants to be spoken, wants to be elevated into the realm of sacredness.

We walked along the river with the words streaming behind us like ribbons in the night.

I realized it for the first time in my life: there is nothing but mystery in the world, how it hides behind the fabric of our poor, browbeat days, shining brightly, and we don't even know it.

From now on when people asked me what I wanted to be when I grew up, I planned to say, Amnesiac.