Blind obedience in the name of patriotism or religion ultimately takes our lives.

I worry, that we are a people in a process of great transition and we are forgetting what we are connected to. We are losing our frame of reference.

How do we take our anger and transform it into sacred rage? How do we create a language that opens the heart instead of closing it? To bear witness is not a passive act. It's an act of consequence that leads to consciousness. It matters. I am curious. I want to know why. I was raised with a scripture that says, "The glory of God is intelligence." And to me our greatest intelligence is following our instincts, trusting our intuition.

Through revision, I enter the realm of the unspeakable and find the words that have eluded me.

Today, I feel stronger, learning to live within the natural cycles of a day and to not expect too much of myself. As women, we hold the moon in our bellies. It is too much to ask to operate on full-moon energy three hundred and sixty-five days a year. I am in a crescent phase.

Buddha says there are two kinds of suffering: the kind that leads to more suffering and the kind that brings an end to suffering.

Once upon a time, when women were birds, there was the simple understanding that to sing at dawn, and to sing at dusk, was to heal the world through joy. The birds still remember what we have forgotten, that the world is meant to be celebrated.