We have a holy obligation to bring about paradise on this earth; each generation helps us do that.

You can crush Love down, bury it, cover it over, but it will rise.

We already have everything we need within us to meet the life that is before us.

I want to be shaped in a way that lets me serve the eternal.

This year, the Advent season seems particularly seized by a spirit of the expected, the longing.

One of my most treasured New Year’s traditions is coming up with a word for the year: a single word that I want to be the theme for my entire year. When I’m questioning what’s the right thing to do, I will look to my word of the year for guidance.

This is the beauty and sparkle of spiritual communities: needs arise and beloveds appear to ask, “How can I help?” There’s no fixed timeline, just the spiritual practices of generosity and stewardship.

If justice is to be realized, our voices must speak loudly—even boisterously—of love.

People of color—and other marginalized people—can’t just want things to be different. It has to be everyone wanting things to be different for everyone.

Someone whispered to me, “Can you pray?” I had no earthly clue what to say. It was a profound gut-level panic. It was the moment I learned to speak the truth as best I understand it, and to hold space for it to bloom.

What's my favorite weather? When the wind whips your face, you're alive, and you can think what you will.