When A Community Has Cancer

Here I am. And I've been real quiet haven't I? I've been real quiet because I've been real hurting and I haven't known how to quantify the real pain into real words. Because she called me on a Saturday when the biggest winter blizzard in decades was blowing over our heads and through her intuitive tears told me she had found a lump in her breast. And just like that my heart fell down to the floor because this is the girl whose soul is stitched into my rib bones and we share every little atom [ read more... ]

I Am An Alchemist

Psst . . . Would you harness all your extra energetic atoms and come close in here for a moment? I want to tell you a special little something . . . For 32 years I've been walking around the sun and with every turn about the calendar I've learned that I'm unfurling into more of who I was born to be; discovering dots, connecting threads, sketching ideas, chasing the Spirit around all the places so I can ask him all the questions all the time - just for the joy of scribbling what I hear on the scratchpad [ read more... ]

When A Cross-Dresser Meets An Off-Key Kumbayah

I quit all service-related activities this past summer when I burned out. And I haven't been back at them since. But the thing is, when you go too long with your heart-values being unrequited, something different---but equally damaging---happens: your heart starts to choke on your own values because they just keep sitting there, stacking up inside you. Until they come so high you can nearly taste them crawling inch by inch up the back of your throat, suffocating you for their need to be [ read more... ]

What Makes Me Insane

Do you know what I would like to will tell you today? I would like to will tell you that my heart [literally] burns a [metaphorical] hole right through my chest in reckless response to all the pressing and painful needs scarring our globe (I wish to God I could be a part of relieving every single one). I can't watch the news because whatever affliction my little eyes see and whatever sorrow my little ears hear always ends up with my little spirit getting ground down to powder, my little arms feeling [ read more... ]

What I Know [And Don't Know] About Hell

Let me tell you what I don't know about hell: I don't know if this hell the Good Book tells us about is a literal place or a metaphorical mystery; an eternal torment or temporal purgatory. I don't know if there will be blackness and brimstone, flesh-eating flames, teeth-gnashing, weeping or loneliness big enough to block every kind of light. I don't know if it's none of those things at all, or something totally other and unfathomable. You won't see me stomping my foot down or dying on a hill [ read more... ]