When the shiny vest of perfection is peeled off, talk is truth, and we all breathe deeper. It binds us to each other, knowing we need one another.

My mind is dancing with visions of dandelions: happy, yellow-faced flowers that are the harbingers of spring.

We are the child of God, bearing the love of Christ in us. We are the child who is embraced and then sent back out to love again.

Every child is holy, and every baby can remind us that God is with us, and love is made flesh.

Love calls to us like a bright shining star To celebrate Love’s wonder wherever you are.

It’s taken most of the day traveling in small towns and over bumpy roads, but I’ve almost finished a coaster. The experience makes me question once again certain basic assumptions...

Lay us down in wildflowers and breathe in the knowledge that even though these spring beauties pass in a moment, they return despite drought, floods, and grief.

On the eve of midterm elections I thought it might be nice this week to focus on some helpful hints to keep us centered and grounded on our spiritual path....

Rather than focusing on what might not be this holiday, take a step back and take stock of all we are thankful for. Let’s commit to fully experiencing and enjoying...

This is not a time to go big or go home. It's a time to go home and stay small with great love.

I gave myself over to the great gift of grief that allows us to acknowledge that when we fully love, we are allowed to break wide open. Goldie taught me...

Lessons so far include remembering to not compare one another's stories---just listen and honor the one telling their story.

Do yourself a sweet favor. Take a breath, brew a cup of tea brimming with justice, and share the world’s oldest beverage with someone you love, even if it’s only in spirit. 

Seeing the farmers with turbans wound with brightly colored fabrics around their heads digging up weeds in fresh mangled soil I feel like they are preaching to me in silence...

Whether it's work, newsfeeds bringing tragedies into our lap, personal stress, or the simple truth that living well is hard, we have to find a way back to peaceful shores.

Go without your phone every once in awhile into the noise and haste of the world, remembering there is peace in screen-less visions.

Giving thanks is an expression of morality, memory and mutuality.

Two sweet happenings from the past few days…

I believe that if it weren't for God, the devastation of the abuse I went through would be much worse. So that's all that we're about at Thistle Farms is...

Thistle Farms has a proven track record of initiating and accelerating social enterprises. When Thistle Farms offers its experience and its powerful community to a vulnerable group of new entrepreneur...

When gathers now we are quite a force!  Loveheals

I would like to offer a lens for our community for this season. The lens that I would like us to use is remnant. You are invited to look through remnant...

Mistletoe, in spherical wisdom, calls to us from on high.  Without ribbons or legends; to simply love. 

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...