True wealth are those things that I can’t put a dollar figure on. And one of those things is the part of me that I leave with the whole of you.

I would much prefer the ‘wealth of impoverishment’ (where I have spent my life giving to others), over the ‘impoverishment of wealth’ (where I have squandered my life giving to myself).

What I don’t have gnaws at me until I get it. And once I get it, I forgot that I wanted it because it was not about the need to have whatever it was that I wanted. Rather, it was about getting rid of the insecurities surrounding the fact that I did not have it.

If possessing everything is the ‘everything’ of my existence, maybe losing everything is the only ‘thing’ that I really need right now.

Sometimes in life we need to sit with things for a minute, maybe on the fringe of things, not only to savor the wealth of the moment, but take a moment to figure out how to respectfully engage it.

I don’t wish to possess anything so that I may be left free to experience everything.

Treasures are hidden away in quiet places.  They speak in soft tones and often become silenced as we approach.  They don’t beg to be found, but embrace us if we do happen to find them.  They are the product of completely ordinary circumstances unfolding in wonderfully extraordinary ways.  They are found hidden in the nooks and crannies of our existence; all around us if we quit allowing our attention to be captivated by that which is noisy and listen for that which is quiet and still.

Having lived with nothing is the gift that allows me to appreciate the privilege of having everything.

Having ‘nothing’ is a great gift because there is a great good to be learned in poverty, and part of that lesson is that the bounty of material wealth might be the biggest ‘nothing’ that there is.