All forms of becoming require spaciousness in one way or another; mental space that allows the mind to expand, emotional space for feeling to flower, and physical space in which to move.

Writing a book is like having a child; once you launch it into the world, it has a life of its own.

The future is a vast expanse that you’ll never reach and the past is a place you’ve never been but both have a way of reaching across the Great Wheel and tapping you on the shoulder.

When the ancients beheld the night sky, they didn't see another place, they saw another state of being.

You are not on a path. You are the path. You are the path that Divinity takes to awaken as itself.

Heaven isn't a place we go, it's something we become.

Beauty is the beginning and end of fulfillment. She stands at the precipice and invites us to step forward. If we allow her, she walks beside us in nobility as we journey, removing the glamour from our eyes and tenderly embracing us when the road feels rocky. Eventually, we realise that Beauty resides within us. She is the divine, human heart.

The future is a vast expanse that you’ll never reach and the past is a place you’ve never been but both have a way of reaching across the Great Wheel and slapping you in the face.

There is only one, Absolute Self. The Relative self enquires, "Who, am I?" and the inner, Being replies with a smile, "Who, am I not?"What makes this realisation so joyful is the comprehension that the Absolute Self is expressed through the prism of an actualised individual's unique perspective and lived experience. It's a joyful, glorious playground of light and colour, a kaleidoscope of Being.

The land we grow up on patterns us, we become a part of the energetic mosaic of the living experience that draws its life from the land and draws its breath from the trees.