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The Harmony of Presence

There is a music beneath all things. It does not begin and it does not end.

A Reflection on Rest and Surrender.

Laying down the Sword

Update

I’ve am still in the process of moving everything to Ghost Publishing because it’s open-source, gives me more stability, and lets me gather thousands of posts, letters, and podcasts into one secure library. It’s been a bit of a learning curve, but the outcome already feels magical.

Silence

“It is in the silence within meeting the silence without.....

The Sacred Longing

For anyone who has ever searched outside themselves, aching to feel whole again — this is for you. I spent much of my life looking outside myself to find myself — not realizing that what I ached and yearned for most had always been within. Early on in my healing, I came

Self-Care as a Sacred Act of Remembering

A presence-centered reflection on what self-care truly means— not as indulgence, but as a sacred act of return.

Presence

In the hospital, where I volunteer, there are people with no visitors, no family, no hand to hold at the end. I sit with them in their final hours. By the time I’m called, it’s usually their final days — sometimes only hours. They can no longer speak. Some

The Sacred Balance: Truth, Boundaries, and LOVE.

In a world veiled by illusion and noise……where confusion masquerades as clarity and conflict often drowns out meaning—truth remains a light that awakens the soul. Yet when truth is delivered without care or held without compassion, it can wound more than it heals. For truth to become a

Forgiveness

In the end, as in the beginning, there is only One of us. One Love — at the heart of all things — that frees us the moment we surrender to it. May you find your way there now. – Nigel Lott We never put another being out of our hearts without, in

One Source

May all love help us remember what we have forgotten: that we are responsible to—and for—each other. Not as a burden, but as a sacred inheritance. For in truth, we are cut from the same cloth, woven of the same mysterious breath, born of the same radiant Source.

The Inner Tribe

There are those of us who have never quite fit. Not for lack of trying. Not because we were aloof, or too sensitive, or too proud. But because we were listening to something deeper. Something beneath the noise of culture, the cadence of norms. A frequency not everyone hears. Even

Psalms to the Cave

“We often speak of the dark night of the soul as if it comes once, passes through us, and then gives way to light. But for those on the deeper path, it is not a singular event. It is a rhythm. A return. A sacred unraveling that comes in waves—