Creating space for accessing the unconscious When I began working on my Master of Fine Arts, I quickly came to experience writing as...

A poem by John O'Donohue Every time you leave home, Another road takes you Into a world you were never in. New strangers on other paths...

Dear Johanna, This month you become a teenager. A teenager! All of us have known this season was coming, from the first time you...

"So did you know right away?" asks one of my housemates. We've been talking about dating and connections and the struggle of sinking into...

It's been a year, friends. Like surfing the waves, there have been moments of exhilaration, absolute wipeouts, and lots of hoping,...

Join me on a journey to becoming more human It's November in the United States, a time when spiritual teachers, corporate leaders, and...

My last morning in Geneva, my one goal is to hike the time-worn trails of Le Salève. After a misrouted bus and a two-mile detour, I’m in...

Today I am baking cookies for a memorial service. Cookies for a funeral. They are cookies of celebration. They are cookies of grief. What...

It’s 11:00am on a foggy Friday morning, the kind of morning that feels like it could be any time of any day in any season. I’m sitting on...

It is Holy Saturday. The day after Good Friday. The day before Sunday. The day in between. It is a day where we either sit in deep sorrow...

On a Sunday in November, less than three months after I move to California, two women ask if I want to tag along for a yoga class after...