I walk in the shoes of others’ wisdom—lyrics my heart recognizes, but cannot presently find words for. One song at a time, circulation is being restored.

My heart is magnetized to keep returning to the felt sense of these paradoxes, and so I do, over and over. In twenty-minute increments of silence, I climb into dissonance and breathe with it.

When obscurity rises, and
you cannot see where to step next,
your gaze turns ever-so-slightly outward.
Oh, how humbling it is to be human!

If you are in the thick of obscurity, holding inner tensions that cannot be resolved, or feeling disconnected from your deepest knowing. If you are disoriented as the sands of time flow through the hourglass at a dizzying pace and there is no rest in sight, please open to this possibility with me: a taste of something else may also be very nearby.

Water meant to flow into the hose is dripping from the spigot, seeping into the ground underneath it. This well-irrigated little patch of Earth is incredibly fertile, but has not been cultivated with intention.

We’ll talk about finding our way, making it through what we thought would be the death of us, and how we wouldn’t give any of it back if we could. We will lament how quickly time passes, whisper regrets, and dare to speak of what our hearts really want.

We feel the pain no words can touch, co-present with gold. Instead of writing it off as “all good,” we breathe with it.

Snapshots of granular moments of becoming as I work toward an aim to develop finer discrimination and attention.

As we slow down to explore subtle inner experiences weaving through daily-ness, fleeting felt senses of a different quality shimmer.

I’ve been carrying an evocative question as I continue this work of “becoming.”

We have talked at length about what’s been shifting in our sense of the world and our inklings about why we are here. In this offering, there’s a deepening.

We are alive, friends. It’s painful and exquisite. There is so much darkness. It’s real. Death is all around us. Unaddressed pain has mixed with power and fragmented us, but we are encircled by a Love that is permeating the darkness in the most creative ways. 

There’s a communal nature to wisdom. Our journeys overlap — sometimes in physical life, and sometimes outside of it — words and presence across time and space.

Like Amanda and Graham, I’m meeting this next moment with a heart as open as I can muster, taking a step into the unfamiliar.

For much of my life, I sought answers before I began walking. I'm finding practices that support me in living into the questions.

When my child told us she was gay, I was internally and externally disoriented. Here's how we found our way into love, healing, and flourishing.

I’m holding space for our tender hearts, heavy with tensions and contradictions, the places we feel unseen and in between.

A “dark night of the soul” is a season of obscurity in the spiritual landscape – spiritual disorientation – when we can’t seem to access what we once knew.