When I think of the thousands of people who came before me, I am humbled. Though I will bear no children of my own in this lifetime, my heart hope is that through my work, my words, and my heart, I can pass along at least some of the small seeds of the secrets of existence that have been passed on to me. From bloodline, from milkline, from soulline, from spiritline, I walk in concert with a cast of thousands. As do you.
Read MoreThere was a time in my life, a predominant time, where the wounds of my past ruled my present. I was afflicted with bitterness, envy, anger, pity, and even hatred, on occasion. These poor wounds, untended and unacknowledged, held me in a constant state of sadness, and sometimes held me in fear.
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