I feed you in the light of the moon. I feed you in the light of the moon and am visited by Hope. Not the flowery kind, dumbly blind to the gaping wounds of our world made by human hands. But the stubborn kind. The ferocious kind. The gritty kind. The kind of Hope who, in the shadow of all consuming disorder, looks to the horizon and with the future cradled in her arms, chooses to take a step toward what could be, even when she may no longer be there to see it come to pass. Ph

Most of the time, for me, intentionally praying looks like sitting on the floor, contemplating, listening and choosing to receive Love. To yield and let Love love me. And I was praying the other morning. Well, no, a part of me was trying to “pray”. She was huffing and puffing, efforting to get me into alignment with what she thinks is the “right” way to be in order to receive Love. It’s that same part who helped me withstand the ungraceful cookie cutter edges of indoctrinati

Y’all remember that old Black Eyed Peas song? People hurtin’, people dyin’ Children hurt, and you hear them cryin’ Can you practice what you preach? And would you turn the other cheek? Father, Father, Father, help us Send some guidance from above ‘Cause people got me, got me questioning Where is the Love? Well, I have an response to submit: It’s inside of you and it’s inside of me. It’s inside them and it’s inside of we. That’s where the Love is. Every single person on earth,

Chaos Theory is all around us. It’s the steady drum beat: order, disorder, reorder. Order. Disorder. Reorder. Order. Disorder. Reorder. Order. Disorder. Reorder. Order. Disorder. Reorder. Order. Disorder. Reorder. Order. Disorder. Reorder. Order. Disorder. Reorder. Order. Disorder. Reorder. Order. Disorder. Reorder. Order. Disorder. Reorder. Order. Disorder. Reorder. Photo: Nathan Dawang | IG - @nate.dawang Once you see it, you can’t unsee it both in the micro and macro. And,

On a day as particular as this one, I want to explore a side of Love often left out. It’s the side of Love as ferocious as a mama bear protecting her cub. Or that of a human protecting the neighbor they love. The side of Love unafraid to call a basket of snakes what it is. Unimpressed with the outside when the inside smells like — pardon me — shit. It’s the side of Love who, in response to oppression, is courageous enough to look a bully in the eye, ignore their temptations o

Six months ago I was sitting with my husband. Gazing out the windows as green leafed lilac bushes waved in the breeze. Rubbing my belly pump with Life, I peered down as our baby practiced her in utero dance. These are my favorite kind of moments. The ones spacious enough for my heart to expand and in its opening, a question bubbled up with a response holding onto its heel. “What do I want our daughter to know about the world?” “I want her to know the most rebellious thing she

I had a dream a couple months ago. I was participating in a radio contest (apparently my dreams take place when I listened to the radio in the early 2000’s) and they were looking for the answer to the following prompt: “What is the very best thing you can do for your well-being?” I was with a whole lot of people and they were all writing answers on slips of paper. I saw other folks’ answers including: “Eat vegetables.” “Be kind.” I wanted so badly to participate but there wer

The more I’ve cleared the way for Love in my life, the more connected I’ve become to Nature. And the more connected to Nature I’ve become, the more I heard about ecocide . Ecocide is the same as genocide or homicide but instead of murdering humans, we’re murdering the environment and all the living beings in it. Environmentalists have determined we have five years to address the existential threat before we move beyond tipping points that are irreversible. Not for the generat

How is your relationship with time? Do moments crawl like a sleepy snail sipping on melatonin? How often do you find yourself saying, “I can’t believe it’s already [insert the day, month or year]”? What is your impulse when you look at the clock and the little numbers staring back dictate whether you’re ‘late’ or have even more time to wait? Where do you feel that word — wait — in your body? How about ‘urgent’? Invitation to try on a few more and notice what happens inside: L

It’s the follow through — the doing of things you say no matter how clumsily — that alchemizes Love the noun into Love the verb.

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