What we choose to love is very important for what we love leads our eyes, ears, and hearts on a pilgrimage that shapes the texture of our lives.

Can it then be that what we call the 'self' is fluid and elastic? It evolves, strikes a different balance with every new breath.

A gift is like a seed; it is not an impressive thing. It is what can grow from the seed that is impressive. If we wait until our seed becomes a tree before we offer it, we will wait and wait, and the seed will die from lack of planting.... The miracle is not just the gift; the miracle is in the offering, for if we do not offer, who will?

Gratitude invites a sense of sufficiency.

All life has emptiness at its core; it is the quiet hollow reed through which the wind of God blows and makes the music that is our life.

The last place we tend to look for healing is within ourselves.

In the soil of the quick fix is the seed of a new problem, because our quiet wisdom is unavailable.