Real heroes often arrive in shabby shoes I recall standing opposite an exceedingly ordinary looking frail old man one morning many years …

Radically Redeeming Ordinariness I was born on the cusp of dawn, near back of beyond, on the silent banks of a lonesome …

Innocence Caught in the Crosshairs. Ah, the wars they will be fought again. The holy dove, she will be caught again, bought …

Powerlessness is Our Super-Power There can be no vulnerability without risk; there can be no community without vulnerability; there can be no …

Come What May, Love of Fate (Amor Fati) I felt my old heart stir and tears well up in my eyes as …

Out of suffering compassion is born There’s just no damn doubt about it comrades, in this life there will be a whole …

Messed up badly, broken again Sometimes we live, sometimes we die, sometimes we cry. — Van Morrison. I come from a long …

Wounded Places, Beautiful Spaces I can’t say exactly when on my spiritual journey that the notion that the heart is the epicenter …

Nothing binds us together like tears of the heart My heart immediately felt the crushing despair flowing like a river through the …

The mingling of our innate humanity with the spirit deep down within   A Spiritual Awakening can be like a rude awakening, sudden, …

The long tale of the Great-Spirit At the center of the universe dwells the Great Spirit. And that center is really everywhere. …

The wound is the place where the Light enters you. — Rumi. Like it or not, we nearly all get to take …