Can you remember a time in your life when you felt whole, connected, at home with yourself? Without fail, every person I have asked has been able to remember at least one experience, perhaps one small moment, of wholeness. It can take many tears for people to find their experience, to journey back through layers of protection and hurt and disappointment to finally remember the night when they watched snow falling in the streetlamp outside their bedroom window and had the overwhelming feeling of being connected to each snowflake, and the wind, and the orange halo of the light around the lamp.
— Hale Sofia Schatz, Shira Shaiman, If the Buddha Came to Dinner