Soul Sparks and Sacred Rebellion

The morning air in Rocamadour shimmered with possibility—as if the very stones of this ancient pilgrimage site carried centuries of whispered prayers.

Megan and I had come for the sacred, drawn by the promise of transformation and the legend of the 12th century Black Madonna who gazes over seeke...

Sitting cross-legged in the dimly lit room, I glanced at the other participants gathered for the evening’s activities. Strangers’ eyes met mine as the candlelight cast flickering shadows across their faces. I couldn’t help but notice that I was the only light-skinned person in the group—a minority i...

First off, I'm sending all of you a warm WELCOME to my first blog post.  Thank you for showing up! 

Back in December I made a confession (here it is for those of you who missed it):  

If you know me at all, you know I keep my promises.  So, grab that popcorn, if you like and enjoy an epiphany...

There was a moment, a dawning, and an awareness that spread through my body, a sudden aha where my life changed in an instant. Ever had one of those?

I was at the gym, trying for another set, my body screaming at me to stop. And the critic in my head; that mean internal voice that was saying “Come ...