I don’t know exactly when it happened, but something began to change.

I rise on the shoulders of ancestors whose names I can not know.

There is no such thing as unskilled labor.

To be queer is to know the ways of holding all that shimmers to the light.

There’s never been a time in the United States history when black rebellions did not spark existential fear among white people.

Happy kids are safer kids, because happy kids have adults they can ask for help.

Spirit of Life who dwells before and between and beyond all words… we open ourselves to you.

May the beginnings and endings in our stories be held in unconditional love and acceptance.

It can be a lonely time for those of us whose arms are empty.

The history of conquest is a scourge on the human condition. A lingering one.

I do not believe the acts of oppressors are my people's shame.

We teach girls to be likeable, to be nice, to be false. And we do not teach boys the same. This is dangerous.

I miss the way things were, and I know they’ll never really be the same.

Our conversations about the history of our country—the actions of our ancestors—can be made new and relevant and understandable. We can and must have these conversations.

May we all remember how inextricably we are linked in this fight for justice and freedom.

Deep in the shadow of night, down near the crossroads and cemetery gates, with bitter liquor and cigar smoke wafting, I greet you. Clad in white, upon the floor before shrines, following the names of the Ancestors being uttered, I greet you. You are the sacred and righteous rage of my people.

I hope that this Great Silence, which has come alongside the suffering, holds the beginnings of our healing.

“Specialists without spirit, sensualists without heart; this nullity imagines that it has attained a level of civilization never before achieved.” ―Max Weber, The Protestant Ethic and the Spirit of Capitalism Raise your hand if you believe you’re not doing enough right now. Do you feel like...

I take care of myself first, because I am deserving of exquisite care. I take care of myself to maintain the capacity to help others. I move and stretch my body every day. I spend time in nature, attuning my senses to the earth's wisdom. I ration my daily exposure to the news....

Once upon a time there was a family. Maybe this family had not quite enough to eat. Or maybe they had just about enough. Or … perhaps they had MORE than enough. You might not have been able to tell. THEY might not have been able to tell. Sometimes it’s hard to tell if you have enough or not.