Fear not, the angels would text me. Hallelujah, I’d write back.

Illuminate our hearts and the spaces between them in this Sacred Time of unfolding.

Let us open all our senses and let our synapses spark one connection after another.

Love this world, she whispers.

I encouraged my students to question authority, especially my authority, because only rarely can we recognize our biases without help.

Is it not a marvel?

Remind me that life is magical and mysterious.

Darkness is as important as light.

Little changes can snowball into massive impacts.

You are loved beyond your wildest imaginings by the spirit of creation.

We rekindle our connection to the sacred web of life.

We are living today with time to do good for ourselves and for each other.

We are mourning the dead and fighting for the living. We're singing for joy and striving for meaning.

Let us marvel at the miracle of being here, right now.

I need to celebrate our human family, whose power and potential shimmer against the backdrop of deep time, because we aren’t at our best right now.

Amidst the swirl of life's challenges, fears, and even moments of crisis, I make time to gaze at the night sky to see the vastness there, And to remember that this moment in time is but a flicker— Not an inconsequential flicker— For what I do and think now does matter. My work, though, is to let...

music arises from depths unknown often without words but never without meaning and spirit rises from deep within me seducing my body to join the song first a tremor in the soul, then tapping of toes breath aligns with breath, heart beats in syncopation and a stuttering buzz in my throat becomes a...

See how the winds have shaped her hands to hold hope? So tenuous, it trembles like a hummingbird’s heart. She gently carries hope to a nest in the midst of the maelstrom and tilts it into the bowl of tiny feathers and mosses. Hope is so hard to cup. She might need your help when it seeps through...