As a trans woman, I love the ways we sparkle; the ways we twirl. This is how I enter the world, and I've paid a high price for it my entire life.

When the storm is powerful, we need each other to weather it.

At any moment in our lives we have a choice about how to inhabit the world.

What if each of us made a lifetime commitment to get free and to bring others with us?

Choice by choice, we make an effort to live out what we say we want, and who we claim to be.

Hope is challenging, if not impossible, to grasp alone.

Holy one, for you I will watch and wait.

Anger is not at all what people think it is. Anger has been kind and caring to me.

Joy arises like a gift, beyond my own deserving.

I’ve found it helpful to think about parts of my life as cycles or spirals instead of a single, often meandering path.

Holiness is within us; wholeness is around us.

The winter holidays are beautiful and celebratory; they’re also hard and complicated.

May we recognize that our gardens and our lives can grow abundantly, even when we don’t understand how.

There are many ways to connect.

“What is the most loving, life-affirming choice I can make in response to life’s circumstances?”

Only when my knowledge is combined with uncountable others does Truth emerge.

After the shattering, all that remains is another ordinary day.

From Karen Hering: "The old rules are breaking... We are living on the threshold, between what is no longer and what is not yet. It can be exhilarating. It is often unnerving or even frightening."

The work of justice can’t be carried out by one person–or even a few diverse people.

I care that fascism is not just approaching, but is already here, rising, like this cresting river.