To imagine the way we think is the singular causative agent of all we go through is to practice cruelty toward ourselves.

There’s no denying that it takes effort to set the intention to see our fundamental connected-ness with others.

The skills available to us through mindfulness make it possible to bring love to our connections with others.

Laughing at your pettiness probably works better than scolding yourself for it.

The journey to loving ourselves doesn’t mean we like everything.

Sanskrit has different words to describe love for a brother or sister, love for a teacher, love for a partner, love for one’s friends, love of nature, and so on. English has only one word, which leads to never-ending confusion.