Life is as complex as we are. Sometimes our vulnerability is our strength, our fear develops our courage, and our woundedness is the road to our integrity. It is not an either/or world.

Facts bring us to knowledge, but stories lead to wisdom.

Life offers its wisdom generously. Everything teaches. Not everyone learns.

Those who bless and serve life find a place of belonging and strength, a refuge.

Goose bumps happen when your soul is close to you, breathing lightly on the back of your neck, and wakes you up.

In order to live fully we may need to look deeply at our own suffering and at the suffering of others. In the depths of every wound we have survived is the strength we need to live. The wisdom our wounds can offer us is a place of refuge. Finding this is not for the faint of heart. But then, neither is life.

Everybody is a story.