One person's weed is another person's wildflower.

The worst thing about talk ... is that there's no way to lay it to rest. Every fresh breeze brings a new speculation.

We are the only ones who can tell our stories because we are the only ones who have lived them.

Our stories arise from our hearts and our souls. In this sense, telling our stories becomes a sacred gesture, opening a clear way to that deep, ecstatic center where we are most uniquely our selves, individual and unique, and yet are ourselves, joined together at the heart.

Sharing our stories can also be a means of healing. Grief and loss may isolate us, and anger may alienate us. Shared with others, these emotions can be powerfully uniting, as we see that we are not alone, and realize that others weep with us.

One person's weed is another person's wildflower.

The healing that can grow out of the simple act of telling our stories is often quite remarkable.