Refuge

A bald Buddhist nun sits in meditation in a sunlit Zen courtyard, taking refuge in practice.

A sweet friend and I held an intimate grief and healing circle last night. When I announced it, I received so many responses acknowledging my gift to community, as if I were doing something noble. The truth is, I did…

Kintsugi

A bowl mended with gold seams on a windowsill

Back then, I was barely able to vote on propositions or people I didn’t know. Hell, I barely knew myself. I was certainly not yet anyone I could lean on. There was a long history behind me that took years…