There’s a misconception about peace. We tend to believe that being at peace means the absence of discomfort, but it’s actually quite the opposite. Our inclination towards being comfortable can mislead us. In reality, God most often leads us to places fraught with challenges because this is how
I call myself a contemplative. And lately, as I take rest to reconnect with my spiritual practice, I realize not only had I lost touch with the core of my contemplative self, but that many others do not understand the nature of contemplation or what it means
I’m oiled up…wearing my acceptance oils today – Cypress, Frankincense, and Myrrh – because I’m going through a major transition, experiencing a blend of losses that are very real to me. And with any transition and loss comes a grieving period. Grieving is uncommon nowadays. We
I just took a big risk and forfeited a great paying job…two of them actually. Although I have a decent amount of money saved, choosing not to work right now is totally illogical. But I have dreams. And in some downtime between a job that
I struggle to be outraged or shocked at the events shaking our nation over the past year. I always prefer to see truth come to light. The current and recurring events reveal who we are as a nation, and that revelation gives me more comfort
“I have a ferocious lucidity…I am aware that my gift is my curse-for I see into others lives abnormally with such keen insight, it sometimes gives me an inhuman role to play-the wise man’s role, so hateful, so difficult. At times some depend on my
I retranslated the classic gospel of Luke passage where Jesus is teaching about loving your enemies. I took this on recently after a spiritual teacher I greatly admire suggested the practice of transcribing sacred or profound writings as meditation. The daily exercise over the course
Thinking about Marilyn Monroe a lot these days. She’s stunning and vulnerable yet gets a really disrespectful rap in our culture, and I’ve been trying to sort out why. I work with a bunch of dudes, and asked a couple of them in the story
Not that kinda big. But the grown up, bossy kind. Girls who make big decisions, big moves and do it in a big way. When I wanna get pumped up I listen to Madonna’s Holiday, and dance around my bedroom like it’s my birthday party.
I think at our core we know, we do not choose everything. And it’s unnerving in a world where there’s so much choice, that there are some things beyond our control. It’s often when we resist the flow, that struggle happens. This can be a