And what is a bodhisattva, anyway? I can tell you of my practice thus far. It is sitting in the slough of despond, not fearless but vulnerable, choosing compassion in chaos, accepting the uncertain. So yes, my life is messy but it is not dull. Time and again, I find light in failure, sometimes only... Continue Reading →
Owning Both Halves of Me
One word can either open a wound or a world. Words stretch into sentences, then stories. We love stories. They show us who we are, no matter what they reveal. Today, I return to the Cherokee story of the two wolves who live within us. A grandfather tells his grandson about the ongoing battle between... Continue Reading →