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...