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.

In the return,
in the silence,
a permeable fractal
perceives Source.

Feeling a sense of inner stuck-ness? Here's a simple spiritual practice for deep listening.

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.

Here’s a spiritual practice to support you in listening for inner wisdom by creating and being curious with wisdom collages.

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.

A 10-ish minute spiritual practice -- bringing curiosity to a quote on complexity by Dr. Neil Theise.

At the sudden realization of my error, my heart sinks; my face burns hot and red.

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

You can't see beyond the next step, but you know what it feels like to let go. It’s time to sense into that knowing.

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.

Here’s an invitation to reflect on one of the places “you’re made of,” and to articulate it in writing or spiritual direction.

John O’Donohue said good conversations are like “food and drink for the soul.” What does this stir in you?

The teachers who have shaped me invited me — whether explicitly or in the way they uniquely inhabited their life and calling — to engage with my soul.

John O’Donohue give us words for the obscurity we encounter in our dark nights of the soul. I take comfort in knowing I’m not the only one to encounter this location in my spiritual geography.