Packing a box with a roll of toilet paper, when you are down to your last eight rolls, is a spiritual exercise, a tithe. If you want world peace, maybe start...

Visions can be old and as simple as considering birds and grass again. Most vision comes from within, the gift is looking at something before us and finally seeing it. 

Nothing is a theology of dust to dust and knowing that everything passes but love.

Dear Sisters and Brothers, death loses its tourniquet hold on our lives when we, like Nicodemus and Joseph, dare to whisper and act with radical faith.

The response of the Thistle Farms Global team is to rally support and investment for women survivors so they can invest in their own communities, eliminate physical and sexual violence...

This week I invite you to listen again to the story of a friend or coworker or family member. Listen like you are falling in love.

Let's be brave. Let us muster up the courage to name the stress and anxiety and move it aside for a minute. Let the deeper feelings—whether loss, fear or grief—have...

It means the world to be known, to search and know someone. So in gratitude for all the ways we have been known and loved, reach out and remember our...

Waiting offers time to breathe, reflect, anticipate and dream. Waiting is the space where you don’t need to pretend you have answers and closure.

Power is the ability to make decisions, to act on the decisions you make, and to possess enough freedom to hope. That is how I define power, just for today. 

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...