Happiness didn’t arrive with fanfare. There was no marching band or finish line whose ribbon I’d triumphantly break through.

No matter how far you have come, your family will show you where your work is.

I couldn’t hide it because what was ‘wrong’ was who I was.

I finally have a real answer.

god writing god to god and god reading it.

Since I realized that feeling my feelings, whatever they are, is so important to my mental and social health, I built a few tools to whip out when feelings come up.

Someday when it doesn’t hurt so much, I know that when I open my heart to be in love you’ll be waiting, tail wagging, to meet me there.

What can we do in the face of life happening? Especially the hard parts, the cruel bits.

He then gently climbed back down the tree without taking his eyes off of the bald eagle who had been a squirrel-monkey who had been a cheetah who had been a girl who had been a swan.

We try to skip the first, most important, and most difficult step.

When we are beyond threshold, there is nothing we can do. It’s like losing steering and we can’t take our foot off the gas.

This recording is the most humiliatingly vulnerable piece of art I could hope to recreate. I love it and I hate it. I’m fascinated and embarrassed by it.

It takes years.

Those moments when you had the sense someone was there… there was. It was you.

It’s all just too much. It honestly is. We try to pretend it isn’t, but that’s a silly lie. It’s absolutely too much, yet somehow we are still all doing it.

Throughout my life I was frustrated by how irritable and off I consistently felt. I was working hard to be the person I wanted to be and it never quite worked.

It was my 3rd day in Mexico City and I’m not entirely sold. There is always an adjustment period that is hard to remember while it’s being lived.

Ram Dass came into my life last August on a solo road trip in New Mexico in a series of small steps as I followed a thread of curiosity

The future is wide open, agape, oppressive with possibility

I grasp for it nonetheless, but it’s too far gone.

My grandfather died at 97 in his apartment in New York City on Thursday morning.