To pray is no small thing. It is nothing less than a sacred pilgrimage into the heart of the whole world.

When we do what we love, again and again, our life comes to hold the fragrance of that thing.

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

Because we do not rest, we lose our way.

True kindness is rooted in a deep sense of abundance, out of which flows a sense that even as I give, it is being given back to me.

In that inevitable, excruciatingly human moment, we are offered a powerful choice. This choice is perhaps one of the most vitally important choices we will ever make, and it determines the course of our lives from that moment forward. The choice is this: Will we interpret this loss as so unjust, unfair, and devastating that we feel punished, angry, forever and fatally wounded-- or, as our heart, torn apart, bleeds its anguish of sheer, wordless grief, will we somehow feel this loss as an opportunity to become more tender, more open, more passionately alive, more grateful for what remains?

A kind life...is fundamentally a life of courage.