My best meaning-making occurs when I listen generously to myself and to others with loving curiosity in the moment and throughout history.

With ice on our roads and ICE in the streets, it feels frighteningly frigid this February.

If we greet the crack of dawn with our gifts, the world will finally live love in peace.

In this sacred season, I hold radical hope for peace and democracy if we lead together.

May Grace be at your Thanksgiving table.

May we all choose to see our wrinkles, literally and metaphorically, as invitations to practice radical Grace.

What are the blessings in your backpack?

Show up with the gift of Graceful Mischief for the Common Good. Imagine the positive possibilities.