Sublime

Lama’s approach to the world’s many wisdom ways—with open hands, a listening heart, and a willingness to not have all the answers—strikes me as uniquely feminine.

old beyond time. She is an archivist of feminine intention. She preserves female tradition.

This arduous and somewhat calamitous process of Mary’s gospel finally making its way into print feels significant to me. It reflects the almost magnetic reluctance of shifting our perspective about her, like the effort of what it would take for a river to change direction.

For Teresa, union was a matter of embracing every particle of inescapable reality as imbued with, dripping with, overflowing with divinity.

as a night between two days—and

In their most broken moments they were brought to their knees; they were humbled; they were opened.

Instead of engaging spiritual practice as a contraption to catapult us up and out of this relative world, the feminine mystic shows up right here, in the center of the incarnational experience. We bless the messy wonder of it all, the experience of being human.

She has never asked much of you in return. Up until now, your gratitude has been enough. Your delight has been her reward. Up until now, she has not needed you as you have needed her. But that is shifting. You have grown up, and your Mother the Earth is in peril. She cannot hide her distress from you, and you would not want her to. You are mature e

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