The  Power of Being Seen Aspects of the work I do are profoundly intimate. It’s close enough that men have said, “I feel like we just...

And Wearing Grace like a Sheath I remember when I needed noise.  Lots of it.  Noise was my Ritalin, the stimulant that helped me focus. ...

It’s been a looooooong time since I’ve dived into some really yummy fiction!  I’ve had the opportunity to do so the past couple of days...

This is a Rumi poem about Soul Artists–those that guide the motion of energy that is given.  According to Coleman Barks, Hakim Sanai was...

The other day I was struck with a string of questions.  They didn’t necessarily emerge from any real, in-depth thought.  Not things I’ve...