I dedicate this piece to the people of Gaza in sorrow and shame for what is being done you by members of the species to which I belong.

The essence of the spiritual path is to surrender to an inner transformation that reveals the core of our divinity shining though our humanity

The purpose of mystical experience, and mystical writing that records such experience, is to activate and effect awakening or transformation of consciousness in the individual mystic and her or his readers.

There is nothing in your heart that doesn’t belong in your journal.

The ultimate beauty of spiritual journaling is that our journal becomes our own sacred text.

Our soul is born of wisdom, her mother is Sophia, her lineage is ancient. She will not suffocate any longer in this fiction we call privilege and the so-called ‘first world.’ She will cast it all off and roam the shorelines, the mountains, the woods, the riverbanks.

The feminine as a vessel of spiritual transformation.

It shouldn’t be a surprise to any of us to feel that we embody the feminine Christ because the feminine Christ is trying to express herself through all of us, through all women, and through the feminine in all men.

Everyone of us carries darkness in us. The hope is for the light to contain the darkness.

‘Who am I that I do not burn when the fire of life is alight in me? 
Who am I that I am not blinded by the midday sun shining in me?’

Midwifing the new era of human consciousness.

Life is unfolding a new era for humanity and inviting us into a new way of being. Love is seeking to transform us into its own self.

Medieval women mystics taught themselves scriptio divina, the art of visionary writing, to express the revolutionary new form of visionary love mysticism they had begun to experience around the 12th and 13th centuries. It was a breakthrough to a new genre of mystical literature and writing that was led by women.

I am seeking to make a pilgrimage of my life without knowing how.

‘You must become a sacred vessel for all your sisters and brothers, for all of life on earth.’

We are all called to be mystics in the ordinary course of our ordinary lives. We are designed to wake up to the truth of our divinity and our inseparable belonging to the whole.

When we cross the River Lethe we forget who we are in our truth.

Wisdom rises at times of crisis but she needs human helpers.

It’s a universal truth that ‘midway on our path in life’ we are all meant to discover that we are lost. It’s the crossing point to wisdom.

We call on the fire for love. We call on the water for wisdom.