I have wanted to write this post for some time now. But I have held off on doing it, because I know it is a very charged topic, I know this because I used to feel the same way about it.  But I see something different now, and I feel compelled to share that.  Wether that welcomes disapproval and/or outrage or not. I have always seen bullying and the cruelty of it, as the most awful thing, I would cry and cry with sadness just to witness it. ...

  I’m going to tackle this overtly-popular topic here — not because I haven’t already questioned it a thousand times on my own, and not because I want to convince you to the opposite by standing on my soap-box and preaching what I have found to be true. But because it came up for me recently (again), and because I hope it will prompt you to look at this closer in your own life, on your own time, in the privacy of your own...

So I sat down this morning and asked _____________ (insert favorite name for formlessness or higher-selfhood of your choice) for clarity and understanding on the role of intention. Because I had a lot of conflicting-bits about it, and as my awareness and connection has expanded, the role and importance of intention in my life has greatly dropped from what it once was. But I found myself flip-flopping on it, and I found some stress lurking up...

Come child… come in out of the cold. I have seen you wandering those empty streets, wanting to fill your cup, wanting to be heard and seen. This is the kind of seeking you were born for. Tearing your knee’s to shreds, scouring around in the dirt, making yourself frantic, for you sense the thing you seek is SO near, yet it is lost to you. So you kick and scratch and claw against reality until the earth pulls you closer to her body, and...

I did something absolutely radical the other day, my friends. Well, radical for most, anyway. You see, I’m someone who really wants my internal freedom, I mean really, really. I have tasted a profound clarity and peace, an indescribable connection and overflowing love, and joy for life.  And now, anything less than that, feels harder and harder to bear. I realize that might sound didactic, but it’s actually very honest for me. ...