Anything that does not bring you alive is too small for you.

What if the world is holding its breath - waiting for you to take the place that only you can fill?

Sometimes it takes darkness and the sweet confinement of your aloneness to learn anything or anyone that does not bring you alive is too small for you.

The antidote to exhaustion isn't rest. It's wholeheartedness.

Gratitude arises from paying attention, from being awake in the presence of everything that lives within and without us.

To have a firm persuasion in our work - to feel that what we do is right for ourselves and good for the world at exactly the same time - is one of the great triumphs of human existence.

Sometimes everything has to be inscribed across the heavens so you can find the one line already written inside you.

Our work is to make ourselves visible in the world. This is the soul's individual journey, and the soul would much rather fail at its own life than succeed at someone else's.

Enough. These few words are enough If not these few words, this breath If not this breath, this sitting here This opening to the life we have refused again and again Until now Until now.

I want to know if you know how to melt into that fierce heat of living falling toward the center of your longing.

The courageous conversation is the one you don't want to have.

If I could have looked into the future to see what I would have become, I wouldn't have become the person I was always meant to be. ~ lw

Wondering is positive illusion.

Thank God I've always avoided persecuting my enemies.

If the end of the twentieth century can be characterized by futurism, the twenty-first can be defined by presentism.

Remember that the storm is a good opportunity for the pine and the cypress to show their strength and their stability.

For pines are gossip pines the wide world through And full of runic tales to sigh or sing.

My kids never had the advantages I had. I was born poor.

One does not lash hat lies at a distance. The foibles that we ridicule must at least be a little bit our own. Only then will the work be a part of our own flesh. The garden must be weeded.

The candid incline to surmise of late that the Christian faith proves false.

Being a father is just wonderful.