When this way of experiencing the world and the word began unfolding for me in 2009, I didn’t tell anyone what was happening other than...

I am hybrid. Some god’s strange recipe ‘too much’ of this ‘not enough’ of that. Split hairs, melded prayer of existence, longing In-bread...

I wrote this a few years ago. I'm sharing here in full and adding the comment that it's funny how you preach to yourself when you don't...

I want to feel so connected to a piece of land that I know it's contours in my heart. I want that for home. I want to feel it shift along...

There is deep love a sticky-thick thing that’s been waiting for you to open into it. It asks nothing, requires nothing and promises only...

I used to be uncomfortable using the word god, the name ‘God’. I mean is God really his name or just some title someone bestowed long ago...

I don’t want the ‘spiritual life’ I want to feel the ripped apart heart to know I am the fire in the water boiling and frothing with love...

There are billions of women wrapped around my spine Old women soon to be women not yet born women Each the mother a mother in her own way...