One day, while sitting and watching shadows play; I caught a glimpse from the corner of my eye...of something both wilder and more familiar still...slipped out of my mind's eye, and into my will.

The more I learn, the more I realize I don't know.

To make bread or love, to dig in the earth, to feed an animal or cook for a stranger—these activities require no extensive commentary, no lucid theology. All they require is someone willing to bend, reach, chop, stir. Most of these tasks are so full of pleasure that there is no need to complicate things by calling them holy. And yet these are the same activities that change lives, sometimes all at once and sometimes more slowly, the way dripping water changes stone. In a world where faith is often construed as a way of thinking, bodily practices remind the willing that faith is a way of life.

if it is whispered in the wind it is heard; if you listen to the wind you to shall hear

Pain is God's way of saying, 'are you paying attention?'

If you want a taste of heaven, you have to let go of everthing