Embodying all of me is the best way I know to love the world.

We must unstick our minds if we want to bring change into the world.

Growing connects me to ancestors who had their hands in the dirt because it was keeping them alive.

May we forever perceive the ways we can empower others.

White supremacy culture tells me that I’m only "good" if I’m perfect, treating all falls as hard stops.

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

Emergence, becoming, is inherent in each of us.

One day, I’ll have to care for my mother as she once cared for me. I’m not ready to handle the truth that our relationship must change.

Surround yourself with skillful teachers. Let them teach you, but don't let them do it for you. That learning is yours to do.

Sometimes grief sends notice ahead of time; sometimes, it shows up as an unwelcome, uninvited guest.

When we can gently hold things steady, change comes from within; that’s where the real growth happens.

In the moment that I switched to “teacher mode,” I recalled moments in which I had inadvertently said ungracious things. I was fortunate enough to have professors, ministers, and friends illuminate my clumsiness for me. They did so in a way that was gracious enough that it increased my appreciation and respect for them, and clear enough that I will never forget the teaching.

We are sometimes selfish, sometimes complicit with systems that do harm, sometimes the cause of pain and injustice. Until we can hold compassion for ourselves and others—until we can be forgiving when we fall short—our love is incomplete.