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.

I spent many hours sitting in the big blue chair in Lu's room while she was ironing, basking in her precious presence.

I am joyfully watching WholeHeart’s seeds take root around the globe, quietly and persistently reminding us of what we hold closest in our hearts.

Mother Nature is delighted in her May mayhem. She flourishes in interdependent biodiversity.