A poem — I saw just now again the garden at dusk, beyond the open glass doors. I saw the white narcissus and star lilies in the moonlight, luminous and perfect. I was supposed to be somewhere else, but I stayed, remembering. For I had been here before and forgotten how everything mattered. How the radiance…

This is a hard one. But Eleanor Roosevelt knew what she was talking about. The former First Lady ranked in the top nine most widely admired people of the twentieth century. Her legacy, one among many, was to tell us “The choices we make are ultimately our own responsibility.” Yet…

Recently married, living out of her car on a journey through Europe, Agnes writes with abandon about her desire to be on the move, about the process of awakening, about coming to terms with the sudden shifts life brings without judgment. In a beautiful essay on the gentle souls among…

Tuning an old radio dial to get there Tuning into a higher frequency for just a few seconds can bring you into another dimension of perception and alter your idea of reality in remarkable ways. What does this mean? You live in a sea of frequencies. You have no evidence…

The answer is there — We are alchemists of our own unfolding. You are meant to dream the world into being and sing your soul’s song, without end. You are a sacred dreamer. It is why you are here. Here and there. Outside space and time. In the quantum field. You become the mystery. The…

Each time on encountering Randall’s writing I have felt for a moment as if I were underwater, seeing light and shadow merging before me, adding to the ever shifting layers of meaning. It is as if his arrangement of thoughts emerges out of a hidden choreography. The words reveal a…

Another form of light — I have discovered a slowing of the days arises when I let the moments I experience appear of their own account. They become meditations, unbidden. It is as if time no longer matters. This process is life-giving, a meeting of self and soul that is grounded in the earth I…

Eko writes in an authentic tone, her words rolling out of the deep origin of where they reside in her. It feels as if she has translated those places for us. In her story When The Moon Isn’t Whole, When The Sun Is Bright Yet Unseen: What We See, Often…

It is why you came here — In the dazzling light of stars you were born. Every atom in your being comes from the galaxies beyond us, holds the same fundamental origins. A strange, eerie capture from the Cassini Mission shows an arrow pointing to the Earth as seen from Saturn’s rings 870 million miles away. Minuscule…