Every time you open fully, you become a doorway.
Every time you let the wild, creative, uninhibited, Alive You lead, the World remembers how to pray.

Others remember who they are too
And what makes their own heart beat faster in their chest

So come.
Not polished
Not perfect.

But pulsing, messy, holy.

Come as the thunder and stillness you are.

Come as the woman who remembers that God moves through her too - not only above her.

Every time you breathe like it matters,
the Earth exhales with you.
Every time you walk barefoot on the soil of your own becoming,
something ancient opens its eyes.

You are not here to polish yourself into perfection.
You are here to be lived by the Mystery.

So let yourself crack.
Let yourself bloom anyway.
Let God find its way through your laughter,
your hunger,
your trembling hands.
Your tears
Your pleasure
Your joy
Your allowing

Every time you allow your desires, walk with intention, honor yourself and your commitments, something awakens in all of us. We are all connected, deeper than we will ever know in our minds

Do not try to dim for the world’s comfort.
The flame in you is older than fear.
It is the same one
that burned at Sinai,
that whispered to Miriam to dance.

And she did

Be the fire that prays by living.
Be the song that heals by being sung.
You are the remembering
and the miracle.

Let your longing be your map.
Let your softness be your altar.
This is how the holy finds form -
through the ones
who dare to stay open

Who choose to Show
Not only Tell

What it means
To be oh, so human
And the possibility in the entire Universe