Your beloved and your friends were once strangers.  Somehow at a particular time, they came from the distance toward your life. Their arrival seemed so accidental and contingent. Now your life is unimaginable without them.

With complete attention, landscape celebrates that liturgy of the seasons, giving itself unreservedly to the passion of the goddess.

We should never allow our fears or the expectations of others to set the frontiers of our destiny.

Wisdom is the art of being courageous and generous with the unknown.

The hunger to belong is not merely a desire to be attached to something.  It is rather sensing that great transformation and discovery become possible when belonging is sheltered and true.

Real friendship or love is not manufactured or achieved by an act of will or intention.  Friendship is always an act of recognition... in the moment of friendship, two souls suddenly recognize each other.  It could be a meeting on the street, or at a party or a lecture, or just a simple, banal introduction, then suddenly there is the flash of recognition and the embers of kinship grow.  There is an awakening between you, a sense of ancient knowing.

It is strange to be here. The mystery never leaves you alone. Behind your image, below your words, above your thoughts, the silence of another world waits. A world lives within you. No one else can bring you news of this inner world.