What Love Actually Is: A Meditation on Presence, Grief, and Totality
Love is the clanging of cymbals when there is none—loud in absence and full in its presence. We don’t get to dictate love. This isn’t a movie we direct.
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How Losing My Curls Became the Most Beautiful Spiritual Awakening
Hair falls from my head like leaves fall off trees and petals fall off flowers. Shedding—letting go—one of the most natural parts of nature.
How to Know God is Autistic
I decided that surely love—God herself!—lowkey, highkey?!— most definitely is autistic! Because hooow could she be so literal and giving and generous and unintentionally (?) but actively hiiiiiiilarious?
I AM Love: A Powerful Declaration of Presence, Ancestry & Wholeness
There’s no need to let go of the past or the future because I hold it all now. The DNA of my ancestors still course within me. Closer to me than I am to myself. In this moment, my future is made.
This Is the Love I Want: A Meditation on Willingness, Readiness, and Real Connection
Love is in the willingness. It’s the courage that says, ‘I can do this thing I’ve never done before.’ Love is in the readiness. It’s the courage that says, ‘I can learn the thing I’ve never been taught.’
How to Live: What a Briefcase, a Poem, and a Funeral Taught Me About Choosing Life Now
Uncle Ralph died at 67—retirement age. I used to think, ‘I can’t wait to move abroad when I retire.’ Now I know: I can’t afford to wait to live. I don’t want anyone to learn who I am at my funeral. I want to be known now.”
I’m Chosing Myself Over America — And It’s The Most Powerful Decision I’ve Ever Made
I’m leaving the U.S. Not to flee, but to free. Freedom isn’t free. It’s costing me something—the familiar, the known.
When You Forget What Love Just Taught You
The universe—love itself!—really is conspiring in your ways that exceed your wildest everything. Let it! Don’t limit love. Don’t limit opportunities. Let be what is. Let come what may. Call the good forth. Call the beautiful and patient and kind. Call love to surround you and invade you. May love overwhelm you so that even the most simple, most mundane becomes profound.
Love, Help Me Remember
I woke up, drifting in and out of sleep. Between land of the living and land of the divine. And in my comings and goings, lines of prose wrote themselves.
Women of the Dark
In the dark, I hear her.
In the dark, she knows the parts of me I’ve hidden from myself.
In the dark, I begin to know myself more, too.