Within the silent labyrinths of the psyche, there is a landscape memory not wholly our own, pulsing through us like the echo of ancient...

Namaste—the Messiah in me sees the Messiah in you. Not the polished, pious version, but the wild fire that walked among the forgotten. I...

We are told that Jesus wept, and from this we carve entire solemn theologies of grief. But where is the gospel that records his...

The trauma does not vanish. It lingers—rising, falling—like a tide that refuses to recede for good.  You do not summon it, yet it comes,...

I’m a good person, just damaged from being good to the wrong people. But that’s not the whole truth. The heart bruises, yes, but it does...

The psalms I trusted to still my spirit now dissipate into empty echoes that gnaw at the edges of silence.  Strength abandons me, and I...

3, 000 years with no place. Orbiting in the outer realm and reaches. Looking for his presence, looking for his protection, looking for...

We are co-creators with God—the last moment, this moment, and the moments to come. Each breath carries the residue of choices, every word...

Do I mew? Or do I meow? I’d like to think I mew and meow, but this answer does not suffice. The art of mewing is more advanced than to...

I get asked about it so often; it feels like a dream. No, I don’t want to talk about it anymore. Please stop asking. Some people say it...

Time, our dearly beloved landlord, charges rent in wrinkles and memory lapses, and doesn’t even offer a security deposit refund. We...

A variable-ratio positive reinforcement schedule rules the world and rules motivation in every respect. That’s why casinos glitter with...

I’m trying to better myself in all my areas: Body, Mind, Spirit, Finances, and Relationships. Not to become perfect, but to become whole....

We are all capable of great love and great cruelty—sometimes in the same breath. The line between mercy and malice is thinner than we...

There is a psychopathic epidemic dressed in patriotism and profit, a radicalized choir of certainty singing hymns to the new orthodoxy....

Power is a retinue. It moves with a procession, a tide of faces that shift and dissolve, each one carrying the weight of the last. It...

I no longer craved the glow of constant happiness.  I grew tired of performing positivity, of shining when I was crumbling inside.  I...

You don't have to die to be dead. I have mental, emotional, and spiritual funerals on a daily basis. Some mornings, I bury hope before my...

We move through a world of opposites—light and dark, joy and sorrow, beginnings and endings—each defining the other, each giving shape to...

Dedicated to and inspired by Patti Smith. I spin through the chaos of thought, a cyclone of memories twisting into the unseen. I spiral...