June is traditionally the LGBTQ+ Pride month, and people from all walks of life will join the LGBTQ+ communities in promoting visibility and celebrating awareness.
With the current socio-political climate, one might wonder if there is any hope for a truly united nation. Let's explore ways forward as a community.
Water my eyes, oh Lord, hear my solemn cry / For a broken and contrite heart you will not despise. / Spirit, uncover my complex and immature disguise / That my often-troubled mind would then be made wise.
There is something deeply spiritual about hope. Hope provides the power to motivate us and to move us in the direction of our dreams, our visions, and our values.
When she plays, something metaphysical happens in my body. I enter other planes of existence, enjoying new realities around me. I’m hypnotized. I become the Manchurian candidate, responding to that one–single note which transforms me...
I know the universe is alive because I live. I know the universe is kind because I smile at the stranger.
Trust affirms what is present, respects what is past, and has no hold on what is to come but knows that the possibilities are endless.
June is traditionally the LGBTQ+ Pride month, and people from all walks of life will join the LGBTQ+ communities in promoting visibility and celebrating awareness.
The American story is wrought with valiant and heart-wrenching narratives of those who have given their lives for the cause of liberty, the pursuit of happiness, and the promise of the American dream. Their legacies are uniquely linked to our own personal...
With the current socio-political climate, one might wonder if there is any hope for a truly united nation. Let's explore ways forward as a community.
Most people understand basic intelligence, which is an ability to learn, apply knowledge, and solve problems. But in our world today, there is a need for a different type of intelligence: emotional intelligence.
Water my eyes, oh Lord, hear my solemn cry / For a broken and contrite heart you will not despise. / Spirit, uncover my complex and immature disguise / That my often-troubled mind would then be made wise.
When we look back on year 2020, we may recall it as the year when it all changed. The year of the pandemic; a financial crisis; and the summer of racial reckoning and protests that amplified and centered Black voices in their cry against injustice.
She sings of black eyes, broken bones, bruised lips, swollen cheeks, stiff backs, and crippled fingers... She sings of stolen identities, erased histories, sold virginities, of a disappeared child’s cry, and of fake smiles, telling lily-white lies.
I feel as though the crisis we are facing has been revealing our true nature to ourselves. And what it’s revealing is that we need one another.
I have come to the conclusion that collectively, we, our nation, and all of earth are experiencing a type of global grief.
Will our bodies betray or protect us when it arrives? We cannot leave it to chance or blissful ignorance. We cover; we distance; we resist, but never surrender.