When we give ourselves over completely to the spirit of the dance, it becomes a prayer

Energy moves in waves. Waves move in patterns. Patterns move in rhythms. A human being is just that energy, waves, patterns, rhythms. Nothing more. Nothing less. A dance.

Don't be afraid to show your light.. If it ends up being too much for people.. tell them to wear sunglasses!

The fastest way to still the mind is to move the body

Between the head and feet of any given person is a billion miles of unexplored wilderness.

You just have to determine to settle for nothing less than being FULLY ALIVE, to show up, be who you are, and share your gifts.

Dancing, singing, storytelling and silence are the four universal healing salves.

Put your body in motion and your psyche will heal itself.

Anger is an integrity-producing response to the invasion of your personal boundaries.

We dance to reclaim our brilliant ability to disappear in something bigger, something safe, a space without a critic or a judge or an analyst.

The dance is not where we lose ourselves. But where we find ourselves.

And the fight for who we are, for who we hope to become, has only begun.

Religion is a culture of faith science is a culture of doubt.

Human beings feel an obligation to have a definate opinion on issues they can never truly know. They need to learn to be satisfied with "I don't know".

Enjoy this moment, this moment is your precious life.

Now is the time to take back your energy, your power, and your peace.

I don't preach a social gospel; I preach the Gospel, period. The gospel of our Lord Jesus Christ is concerned for the whole person.

Gardening can become a spiritual exercise, teaching us discernment as we eliminate the weeds from our lives, giving what we value room to grow.

If they are good workmen, they may be from Asia, Africa or Europe; they may be Mahometans, Jews or Christians of any sect, or they may be Atheists.

All creative people should be required to leave California for three months every year.

I can't recall a day this year or last when I did not hear the name of Babe Ruth.