If you ever reach enlightenment. will you remember how to laugh?

I know this world is far from perfect. I am not the type to mistake a streetlight for the moon. I know our wounds are deep as the Atlantic. But every ocean has a shoreline and every shoreline has a tide that is constantly returning to wake the songbirds in our hands, to wake the music in our bones, to place one fearless kiss on the mouth of that new born river that has to run through the center of our hearts to find its way home.

Autumn is the hardest season. The leaves are all falling, and they're falling like they're falling in love with the ground.

I write because it is while I'm writing that I feel most connected to why we're here. I write because silence is a heavy weight to carry. I write to remember. I write to heal. I write to let the air in. I write as a practice of listening.

I don't believe we're hateful. I think mostly we're just asleep, but the math adds up the same.

Sometimes the break in your heart is like the hole in the flute. Sometimes it’s the place where the music comes through.

Remind me that the most fertile lands were built by the fires of volcanoes.