What is a miracle if not the manifestation of light where darkness is expected?

To call someone a navel gazer on the mainland is to say that they’re narcissistic, self-absorbed in their introspective pursuits. This perspective, I realize, might be the very reason I’ve come to think of a...

Danny begins to walk fast and it strikes me that I don’t know where we’re ultimately headed. This bothers me. I’m calibrated for destination. It’s partly why I’ve been imagining divinity as some sort of...

i think about how – if I want to welcome the inevitable transformations of my life – I’m going to have to fully open myself to spirit-speak, to a seemingly cheesy-Earth-Momma vulnerability. I’m going to...

I have come to believe that I am a lesser authority in my own life. I have learned to distrust less-than-rational, nontechnical experiences, my own phenomenal knowledge. Because, to trust the senses – the mortal...

My voice has expanded. It’s unfurled in directions I didn’t know it could go. And, in some ways, it isn’t even what I thought it was.

Foolish acts and bold adventures almost always appear, especially in the beginning, to be the absolute same thing.

Wonder isn’t about finding answers; it’s about becoming more comfortable with questions.

All of life is a trust fall, and I’m awakening to the thrill, rather than the fear, of being suspended midair.