When someone close to us dies, we get to be creative about how we honor them. We don’t have to follow the funerary practices of mainstream society. We can mourn our loved ones according to our inner directives.

the ocean of our longing. We can risk letting women matter to

The part of our brains with which we navigate the challenges of the everyday world is uneasy in the unpredictable sphere of art making. We cannot squeeze ourselves through the eye of the needle to reach the land of wild creativity whilst saddled to the frontal cortex, whose job it is to evaluate external circumstances and regulate appropriate behav

Over the decades your roles reversed and reversed again. You were the seeker; you were the sought. Eventually, in moments of deep stillness or unbearable anguish, lover and Beloved melded. Only Love remained. This state of suchness looked like emptiness but felt like plenitude. You came to understand that not only have you been connected to your Be

The alchemy happens in a circle. We need to weave together our threads of care and transfigure this tapestry. It is only together that we can reimagine the territorial treaty we’ve inherited as a generous invitation to a communal feast. Look around. Your allies are everywhere. And they love you.

Maybe you say, “No, thank you” to any kind of organized religion and, instead, cultivate a direct relationship with the Beloved in the temple of your own heart.

It is not necessary to pass through elaborate initiations and pay for expensive seminars to earn access to a place where we can meet Reality and say yes to it.

The important thing is to cultivate a regular practice of laying aside all daily concerns and letting yourself rest.

Mary’s way was the way of the heart. She exemplified devotion.