I was walking on the hill today after reading a difficult and painful letter from a friend, when I noticed some words resurfacing from deep within me

When I was invited to talk at the Center for Spiritual Living in Hamilton, MT on the topic of global transformation through personal transformation my first thought was “Is there any other kind?”

Thirty years ago, when I was nineteen, I set out with my brother to hike around the base of Mt. Rainier in Washington State.

I still have something to say about my cancer experience. I’m done, right? Cured, healed up. I look totally normal. What more is there to say, it’s all behind me now, right? Wrong

I have been crying a lot lately. The great gift of tears that seem to pry open all the cracks a little wider and let everything spill out.