When You’re Overwhelmed, Love Is Not Optional — She’s the Answer
I feel like I have so much time, and feel like I have none. And so I breathe. Deep breath in. Slower breath out. And with each breath, my confidence grows.
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I Wrote the Vision, God Made It Plain, and Now I’m Moving to Vietnam
What if I had enough in the bank? Would I need to wait to move until I found a job, or could I just move?! I knew the answer when I asked the question.
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.
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.
What Happens When Love Becomes Tangible: Lessons from a Grandmother’s Funeral
Have you felt love? Do you know her warm touch and her warm embrace? The nourishment you feel when it fills your belly? There is no love like Divine Love.
How to Know God’s Thoughts of Me
Don’t keep love hidden like you do the numbers of dollars in your bank account. No! Share love like immigrants share food, trees share oxygen, and the sun shares her rays. ♡
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.
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.