Perhaps the hardest lesson to learn is not to be attached to the results of your actions.

There is a nearly unerring, unconscious radar that zeros in on relationships that repeat our childhood experiences.

We emerge into the light not by denying our pain, but by walking through it.

You are at my side, dear friends, and God is everywhere. Yet ultimately we are alone, making our way home by the candle of the heart. The light is steady and sure but extends only far enough to see the next step.Many times the light seems to go out. But another light, one held by a stranger or friend, a book or a song, a blackbird or a wild flower, comes close enough so that we can see our path by its light. And in time we realize that the light we have borrowed was always our own.