I wait. She may choose to deny herself. Or, with practice, she may choose herself, blossoming.

Two conversations. A man swimming, believing himself to be drowning. A woman, swimming for so long, feeling herself lost without the presence of the eternal.

The world is a whirl of vibrations. I don't always hear the music of it.

I walked with a friend yesterday. Into the forest. ... Listening to the ravens, chattering in their many and strange tongues. Wondering, always: What do they tell me? What, slowed as I am, am I ready to hear?

At the beginning of this journey I was told to prepare for a thousand days. Now, I am inviting others —and especially men— to step into their own thousand-day journey.

Sometimes, I stumble my way onto my path. But only sometimes. Humility matters more than courage, even.

Today I burn with determination—and joy!

And, what have you been up to? Tell us about your teaching & etc —in that moment I felt like that deer in the headlights: Where to turn for safety?

Always, this invitation to step further into the tenderness of who I am.

Loving you is easy. Becoming still enough to receive all of you, well… this can be hard.