This year let's resolve to set down our swords and our shields, and risk getting a little more vulnerable.

Moral judgments are merely projections of those aspects of ourselves we would prefer to avoid.

Empathy and honesty go hand-in-hand.

We have to hear to heal.

Our energetic shadows reside at the intersection of shame and avoidance.

Granting each other the space for grace and the room for redemption might make a global family of us, if we let it.

Our wounds are less the marks of shame than the seeds of initiation.

The heart is a muscle that yearns to be flexed.

What was said can never be unsaid. What was done can never be undone. All we can do is acknowledge, apologize, make amends, forgive...

Love is for all of us.

No matter who you are, or where you've been, or what you've done... You are not beyond the power of redemption. None of us are.

Rest in the calm clarity of dawn, as it wipes clean the cold doubts of dusk.

Create space for grace, and room for redemption.

There is beauty in our shadows and purpose in our pasts.

When we step out of our stories, we start to experience the world as it actually is.

Our ideals might forever find us lacking, but our intrinsic worth is inalienable.

You are cherished just as you are, without conditions.

When thinking about how we treat indigenous people around the world, I'm reminded that we cannot harm someone while holding...

Our stories are our medicine.

Set down your sack of rocks, and let yourself run free.