Every human has an unfathomable gift that only meeting life head on will reveal.
I have found that life is alive and we are requested to have a friendship with it, to have a conversation with life and that conversation is restorative and healing and always nearby.
We are all continually asked to learn how to ask for what we need, only to practice accepting what we’re given.
We are broken open, or we willfully shed.
Through the opened heart, the world comes rushing in, the way oceans fill the smallest hole along the shore. It is the quietest sort of miracle: by simply being who we are, the world will come to fill us, to cleanse us, to baptize us, again and again.
We think that accomplishing things will complete us, when it is experiencing life that will.
A love astounds us or a pain consumes us and we forget that we glow on our own.
The broken door lets in the light. The broken heart lets in the world.
We need to meet, embrace and work with what we’re given. For what we want and what we’re given often serve two different gods. And how we respond to their meeting determines our path.
I looked a hundred times and all I saw was dust. The sun broke through and flecks of gold filled the air.
Truth is a seed hidden in the days until watered by what life brings us.
Perhaps the hardest thing I’ve learned, and still struggle with, is that I don’t have to be finished in order to be whole.
Who’s to say the effort to be real isn’t the beginning of wings?
I’ve learned that loving your self requires a courage unlike any other. It requires us to believe in and stay loyal to something no one else can see that keeps us in the world – our own self worth.
The humility of wonder opens everything.
In the way that I experience life, the physical world is really just the tip of the iceberg of reality. Whether it’s trees or stones or water or animals or stars, everything has an ineffable interior quality.
To journey without being changed is to be a nomad. To change without journeying is to be a chameleon. To journey and be transformed by the journey is to be a pilgrim.
In life as in water, when we curl up or flail we sink. When we spread and go still, we are carried by the largest sea of all: the sea of grace that flows steadily beneath the turmoil of events. And just as fish can’t see the ocean they live in, we can’t quite see the spirit that sustains us.
Light is in both the broken bottle and the diamond.
I was a very driven person, wanting to help and to do good, hopefully to write and teach in a meaningful way – wanting to make change. And I discovered humbly that life was changing me.