What we love and what captures our curiosity draws us forward into some place of great destiny.
With every breath, the possibility of a new aspect of self arises.
Meditation helps me feel the shape, the texture of my inner life. Here, in the quiet, I can begin to taste what Buddhists would call my true nature, what Jews call the still, small voice, what Christians call the holy spirit.
The last place we tend to look for healing is within ourselves.
Because we do not rest, we lose our way.
If we do not allow for a rhythm of rest in our overly busy lives, illness becomes our Sabbath— our pneumonia, our cancer, our heart attack, our accidents create Sabbath for us.