Thirty years ago I left Los Angeles to travel through the UK with a video camera, meeting and interviewing people who were integrating their awareness of the spiritual into their lives and work.

I just read the post of a brilliant friend of mine, someone whom I admire for her ability to articulate things I have not been able to. 

She is vulnerable in a way that doesn’t seem possible for me.

One of the things that gets lost in the messaging for this work is how much fun it is to be in a room - even a virtual room - with a group of people dedicated to freeing one another from the places they’ve been stuck.

Under all of our stories is the same story. The emotional elements are the same for all of us. Fear, joy, confusion, anger, shame, feeling compelled to do things that make absolutely no sense (until you do them and then they do), despair, victory. These are some of the elements that make up a compelling story.

What do you desire? Will you tell me?

How do we bridge the space between us?

Tell me your desire

Otherwise how will I ever be able to meet it?

While we were busy carping at one another over our stance on vaccines, a woman’s right to have an abortion after six weeks of pregnancy was taken away in Texas.

Nobody should lose their rights because we're more concerned with being righteous; driven by fear rather than leading with our hearts.

It’s not easy out there.

It’s not easy in here either.

There are moments when everything makes sense. There are no regrets. There are no more resentments. There isn’t a single step that was a misstep.