I believe that we are all "life drummers" just waiting to join in the rhythm.

Sometimes we need someone to witness the pain in holy stillness.

I belong, and you belong, and we belong—just as we are.

We are the hands and feet of love. And sometimes its fingernails, too.

Pleasure is one of the ways we know when we are free.

The power to choose is the power of life in the midst of brokenness.

We are full, sovereign human beings.

When you're shamed and ashamed, it takes a lot of positives to make up for even a few negatives.

I am learning to give up needing to know the answers, and instead live with the questions.

May the beginnings and endings in our stories be held in unconditional love and acceptance.

It’s so [easy] to see the one disabled person and say, She needs a cure so she can fit into our world.

When I was small and just learning how to do life in my body, I didn’t hesitate, didn’t hold back, didn’t worry how it would look, didn’t look for cues or ask for a line. My imagination ruled... I was entirely free to be, driven by the innovation my body inspired. This is the wild...

A movement meditation for all ages

Since I was a kid, I have had a penchant and passion for my touch on my body. This was sometimes shameful, sometimes wonderful, and deeply private from fairly early on, as I received messages from family and neighbors that it wasn’t “right.” It has only been as an adult, as i have witnessed...

Uncertain as the world feels right now, love will bear whatever lies ahead.

I hope that this Great Silence, which has come alongside the suffering, holds the beginnings of our healing.

music arises from depths unknown often without words but never without meaning and spirit rises from deep within me seducing my body to join the song first a tremor in the soul, then tapping of toes breath aligns with breath, heart beats in syncopation and a stuttering buzz in my throat becomes a...

Feel that? Each breath, every inhale, exhale We are living, breathing, connected. We are the whole, complete, beautiful selves that we were born to be. Feel that? In your bones, in your muscles In your heart and your blood That is the extraordinary you. The you who was born for this time, this...

A new disease, without any cure, is pushing us apart. And, yet, we cannot escape one another. We need one another. Whether I acknowledge it or not, the guarantee of safety does not exist.

Give up the fight For some other moment Some other life Than here, and now Give up the longing for some other world The wishing for other choices to make other songs to sing other bodies, other ages, other countries, other stakes Purge the past; forgive the future— for each come too soon.