Shame often causes me to hide my mistakes from others. But really, when I make a mistake, I should make it loud and clear, so I can see that it didn’t work as a strategy, and be able to make a course correction, either by myself or with the help of others.

Hope is a helium balloon. It is a wish lantern set out into the dark sky of night.

The more I can accept the fact that change is moving all the time, and that the change I am experiencing right now is just the change of this moment and that this moment will change into the next and the next, the less need I will have to clutch in fear.

Separation from the community creates isolation. Isolation is the source of most physical, emotional and spiritual disease.

Pleasure feels better than pain. Make the pursuit of pleasure your guide.

Imagination belongs to hope. It’s the creative dance of possibility.

Given that I don’t know anything, when I am making up stories about the future, why not make it a good story instead of a scary one?

A wish is a single unit of hope. It’s a single request for something I dearly desire.

The resistance, though it comes in many forms, begins with the mistaken belief that I am somehow separate from change, and that I can control it, rather than to align myself with change as it makes itself apparent, and ride it.