This is my favorite thing about seaweed: it feels so much like my neurodiverse brain.

People who aren't neurodiverse tend to frame neurodiversity as symptoms of inconvenience to people around them. For me, my ADHD means beauty.

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

I don’t know exactly when it happened, but something began to change.

You are loved beyond your wildest imaginings by the spirit of creation.

Coming out is vulnerable, intimate, and holy.

Happy kids are safer kids, because happy kids have adults they can ask for help.

May the rainbow of love enfold you; may your fluidity never be hindered.

Surrendering to the truth of my addiction has been the most empowering act of my life.

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...

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.

We all have our foibles; pieces of ourselves that we both admire and occasionally revile. These gifts and struggles exist in tandem.

We have so many opportunities to bless each other in this world, but they don’t always announce themselves as moments of profound transformation.

Surround yourself with skillful teachers. Let them teach you, but don't let them do it for you. That learning is yours to do.

In honor of the risk takers, those that hold the vision with clarity and charge forward with optimism even in the face of others doubts. You are our lamp lighters and our guides; may we never forget the courage it takes to lead the way forward. In honor of the cautious skeptics, those that gather...

Sometimes grief sends notice ahead of time; sometimes, it shows up as an unwelcome, uninvited guest.

Knit six purl six sets of two rows four rows six rows up to twelve, patterns, repeating, steady, soothingly same. This is not what life is like. Life is like picking up a tousled hunk of yarn pulled out of the basket by an impatient child looking for a string too many times. You find an end. You...

Despite being warmly welcomed over and over by the greeters, by the family sitting behind me, and by the lead pastor, I couldn’t shake that “guest” feeling.

It is deeply spiritual work to learn to treat ourselves with compassion; to learn to see ourselves, if only in moments, the same way we look at something or someone we find beautiful: a newborn baby, the ocean, a sunset.

Once I quit drinking, my inner voice and I began the harder work: that of creating a life from which I do not need or want to escape.