Advice for transmuting a disaster — 1. A parable, or something When you first notice the cracks, you don’t see anything extraordinary. Walls crack sometimes. That’s how things go. When the first brick falls, you call it an anomaly. You say, that brick was rotten anyway. It alone is at fault for its failure. When it hits the ground, it shatters…

Hear me out. — God — specifically God’s will for us— is one of those topics human beings seem to like to fight about a lot. What does God want? What is God’s plan? What is the right way to live on God’s green Earth, and who is this God person, anyway? Of course…

What is the place of a spiritual practice in rebuilding the world while it’s falling apart? — I’ve had a hard time meditating lately — at least, in meditation like that. …

A parable — I walked outside to water in the streets. At first, I was confused at what I saw, questioning and doubting whether the road had in fact been subsumed by a flood. When I asked around, most everyone shook their heads at me, until someone pointed up and said, “Look. It’s…

I’ve had enough — of all of it. It’s time to build a fundamentally different system, right now. — We’ve known this day was coming for over a month, and we’ve known it was likely for years preceding. Yet, sitting on the ledge from my relative safety in Vermont, overlooking of a massive wave of human rights violations for millions of vulnerable women across my country, one among so…

With so many good reasons to be outraged, I’m teaching myself how not to be. This is what I’ve learned. — This world hates an angry woman, and I am (or I have been) an angry woman. I’ve been angry for good reason, too. I’ve been aware and outraged, furious at what I witness and fed up with repeating the same shit to people who won’t listen. I’ve taken up righteous…

Let’s build greater consciousness about how we assign meaning, together! — These days, I see the movement towards greater consciousness alive across so many vectors of human experience. From jobs to gender, politics to the economy, healing to spirituality, we’re challenging and redefining what everything means and what we, ourselves, mean within it. The consciousness movement takes many forms, and I’ve…

Is it time to mourn yet? — I’m waiting for the end of the story. I guess they call it a punch line because without it, you’re stuck anticipating the impact, wincing at what might be. Everything hits harder in the future. I dreamed last night it was a joke, or an accident, something unintentional and light…

On learning to let go. — I haven’t been writing much lately. There hasn’t really been much to say. There’s a feeling I get like rain on a window, some sound in it to capture and translate into words, but these days, it’s gone. I listen, and there’s silence. At the end of the day, there…