This question of love begins and ends with the willingness to be welcoming to one's own experience as a loving action towards oneself. It may be dark, it may be light, it may be joyous, it may be sorrowful, but… — Roger Housden Copy Share Image
When we fall utterly, something gathers us up. But our falling must be without reservation, without expectation, without hope, though not hopeless. You cant… — Roger Housden Copy Share Image
When we turn our gaze to the inside, it becomes difficult to locate this familiar sense of self. To overcome that fear we need… — Roger Housden Copy Share Image
People around us change and circumstances change. We can often find ourselves struggling against those things. — Roger Housden Copy Share Image
I bring my attention to my hands on the steering wheel and notice how the chatter in my mind begins to fall away as… — Roger Housden Copy Share Image
We live in an age of knowledge, with the great god Google, that we can refer to at any time on any subject. — Roger Housden Copy Share Image
When we're fully engaged in the present moment, no matter what we're doing, the question of meaning never seems to arise. It's because we… — Roger Housden Copy Share Image
The natural wish and impetus to feel oneself to be an individual, to be special, includes standing out more than anyone else. — Roger Housden Copy Share Image
Struggle has a natural place in our life, but the fight or flight syndrome is often false struggle. There are times for that but… — Roger Housden Copy Share Image
I live in California, where there's a lot of driving entailed. I'm usually going somewhere to be on time to meet someone so I'm… — Roger Housden Copy Share Image
We have to be on time every day for one thing or another, so how can we be on time and yet not in… — Roger Housden Copy Share Image
Most of us make an effort to do and be the best we can be, which leads to a distinction we need to make… — Roger Housden Copy Share Image
The more we enter our own gifts, the more we feel that sense of proportion. In that sense, I think our life lies in… — Roger Housden Copy Share Image
