“Meditation is a microcosm, a model, a mirror. The skills we practice when we sit are transferable to the rest of our lives.”

Its never too late to take a moment to look.

We often get caught up in our own reactions and forget the vulnerability of the person in front of us.

When you recognize and reflect on even one good thing about yourself, you are building a bridge to a place of kindness and caring.

The movement of the heart as we practice generosity in the outer world mirrors the movement of the heart when we let go of conditioned views about ourselves on our inner journey. Letting go creates a joyful sense of space in our minds

Only when we start to distinguish reality from fantasy that we can humbly, with eyes wide open, forge loving and sustainable connections with others.

Sometimes kindness is stepping aside, letting go of our need to be right & just being happy for someone.

Meditation is essentially training our attention so that we can be more aware— not only of our own inner workings but also of what’s happening around us in the here & now.

We’re capable of much more than mediocrity, much more than merely getting by in this world.

We use mindfulness to observe the way we cling to pleasant experiences & push away unpleasant ones.

The key to cultivating confidence in ourselves is understanding our right to make the truth our own.

Training attention through meditation opens our eyes.

Seeking is endless. It never comes to a state of rest; it never ceases.

Our ability to connect with others is innate, wired into our nervous systems, and we need connection as much as we need physical nourishment.

We are all too often told by someone that we are too old, too young, too different, too much the same, and those comments can be devastating.

Kindness is really at the core of what it means to be and feel alive.

The art of concentration is a continual letting go. We let go of what is inessential or distracting. We let go of a thought or a feeling, not because we are afraid of it or because we can’t bear to acknowledge it as a part of our experience; but, because it is UNNECESSARY.

She always had the feeling that it was very, very dangerous to live even one day.

No one can construct for you the bridge upon which precisely you must cross the stream of life, no one but you yourself alone.

After death there is nothing.

Someday, somewhere – anywhere, unfailingly, you’ll find yourself, and that, and only that, can be the happiest or bitterest hour of your life.

Disappointments feel like home.

I am a woman in process. I’m just trying like everybody else. I try to take every conflict, every experience, and learn from it. Life is never dull.

Life is a whim of several billion cells to be you for a while

Desire is half of life, indifference is half of death.