If I could sit down with a pen and paper to write each of you from my heart tonight I’d tell you it’s finally time! After more than four years, my book, The Love Writings: a ragamuffin’s letters about love, is ready to be released into the world—it is ready for you. I am delighted and nervous, but most of all I am relieved and ready and hopeful. I hope.. Read More
We went kite flying this past week as we celebrated two birthdays in our family, an eighteenth and a twelfth! My mama heart is all wowowowowow. In all the fullness I’ve been watching a strand of meaning I’m grateful to get to share with you all today… There’s a risk in letting go. If you release you realize. If you extinguish lies you have to face truth. If you talk to.. Read More
It’s been a tender past couple of weeks. I kinda don’t know where to begin tonight. I want to read you a poem, as in I want to actually record myself reading it and upload it here because it’s the closest thing to sitting by the fire together and me reading it to you there. This desire is happening more and more, I want to send you my voice. I.. Read More
I’m at the threshold of a thing that on the other side of which I will likely want another 10 hours of talking late into the night and the early morning sitting somewhere waiting for the sun to rise. So, it seems right that at this threshold there is a pause, a moment in time to consider the path that has come before and all that lies beyond. I have.. Read More
In the early morning, of this fairyland I live in, the air is brimming with sound. The roosters remind me I live in rural America but the other bird songs are still so newborn to me that it persists to feel as my first morning here, like the stuff of dreams. In a reverie it feels like I’m enclosed by tropical forest and its reverberations. The bright blue wing of.. Read More
Hello my fellow travelers, how are you? I mean that question truly and welcome you to write to me if you’d like. I have often shared with you things that I have been privileged to learn from my teacher, Keren Hannah Pryor, she is a messianic Jew who is a teacher and author who writes and shares beauty and truth from Jerusalem. She is a gift who offers rich treasures.. Read More
The first fresh days of the new year are unfolding into deeper ones and I want to be here within them, but I feel enclosed in almost a continual house of mourning so far this year. I feel grateful to be alive in this glowing and abundant world, everyday I really do feel that thrill, but it also has been tempered by loss. It has made it difficult to write, yet.. Read More
Rumi once wrote, “The way the night knows itself with the moon, be that with me.” Or, alternately translated, “Union is a raging river running toward the sea. Tonight the moon kisses the stars. O beloved, be like that to me.” I am afraid of many things. I fear not knowing union like Rumi wrote, or of not protecting it, or fighting for it with my life. The last seven.. Read More
“Love…endures all things.” -1 Corinthians 13:7 In the confluence of all things, our realities and the ineffable, we stand at a crossroad, peering into the unknown looking for the way home, listening for the voice our soul knows. I know so little, but I find here in this place I know one thing: Love endures all things. We can trust Love knows the way home. I love the story we.. Read More
Love…believes all things… How lost we could get in these words, how tragic that they would ever be used to promote a gullible mind, blindness, deafness, and infertile ground to truth. Though I could spend too much time writing about what love is not, I want rather to steep with you in all that it is. So I’ve been watching for words and pictures that would open this world further.. Read More