I once heard that there is enough food in the world to feed all the hungry children. It is not a lack of resources; it is simply a lack of...

There is rich red dirt that is the foundation of Rwanda. By the end of a week it has made its way into your clothing, your pores, and has seeped...

Women who are willing to speak their truth amidst their pain should find freedom and healing, not just for themselves, but for this culture that would still rather keep the...

I offer my love letter to God filled with sketches of thistles geraniums, longleaf pines, as well as the thousand other herbs and plants that have taught me why the...

When we glimpse at love in its purest form and feel its true power, we experience an eternal pull that has changed the world.

Cottonwood snow lowers stress. It is to the woods that all lovers of justice retreat every now and again to stir their hearts and minds toward love for all creation.

After the election, I will get up and go to work. I will work to help women who are incarcerated, on the streets, trafficked, addicted, and searching for hope. No...

Bearing witness means listening to a story again and again. It is seeing the woman in front of you, nodding along as you recognize parts, weeping together, and believing together...

With long nights falling in the season of epiphany, January is surely the time to celebrate dreams.One of my favorite things is reflecting on my dreams in my early waking...

This past summer a new collaboration, The Bethlehem Project, was born between Love Welcomes, Thistle Farms, and the Center for Contemplative Justice.  We commissioned three hundred chalices and patens from potters living...

During monsoon season it rains every day, surrounding the mountains north of Kathmandu in distant cloudy haloes. It is magical seeing Tibetan nuns running through the rain towards their temple...

I recently returned from two and a half weeks in Africa, visiting and connecting with communities doing justice.

There is a miracle that happens when people offer tiny droplets, bits of rich soil, and seeds of hope. Something stunning begins to grow.

Wildflowers are harbingers of spring. Every year, no matter how hard the winter, flowers resurrect.

I am not sure why exactly, but I knew that grace, like mercy, falls on the just and unjust. I found comfort in changing the phrase so that when I witnessed...

Civility seems like a low bar for our common life together, and yet it also seems that often we can’t even reach that. We struggle to be kind to one...

I love stained glass. I love the artistry, the history embedded in small fragments we piece together, and how it calls us into prayer. But when I walked into a...

It's about friends. I have been thinking a lot about how we have grown Thistle Farms and Thistle Farms Global into a movement for women's freedom. It didn't happen by finding a life coach, a...

The latest incarnation of #metoo unfolded recently at a megachurch in Chicago, and my thoughts have been with the woman who brought her dark secret to light. I am in awe...

It is a gift in the season of Thanksgiving to show up to wherever you are, with gratitude. It makes all the small irritations fade into sweetness like marshmallows on...

Once I learned the history of going barefoot, I was sold forever. I have spent the past thirty years preaching barefoot. 

We need to move beyond words and help inspire people to join with the women of Ukraine in shared hope for healing.

Kristin McWilliams, a talented organizer, leader, wife and mom, reflects in the following blog on her first year as an Executive Assistant to me at Thistle Farms. Read on to...

This has been a summer of travel, work, and high altitude dreams. From the Sleeping Giant Volcano in Hawaii, to Porter's Cabin 10,000 feet up in Idaho, to the shrine on the mountain...