Malcolm and the Monk

But this day. This moment. Every line and limitation I’d looked for has blended and blurred. Every idea of what is supposed to be has been erased. We are the ocean, as the Tibetan Monk would say. A variety of waves, a part of the same source underneath.

One Woman’s Journey to Admitting Her Power

I found every possible way to shame that part of her because I had no access to that part of me. It wasn’t until years later that what I thought was wrong with her was everything I demonized in myself.

A Woman’s Movement Powered By Our Remembering

[F]rom The Age of Eros, a manifesto written by Nicole Daedone, one of the women who birthed Women Over Dinner, “I’m going to ask you to consider the possibility that the way we think about things might not be completely accurate. That we might be confusing force with power.”

Art of Soulmaking, Finding Our Shared Humanity

We all inhabit this world together, we are all connected, we are all experiencing emotions that elicit behaviors and patterns and for the most part, we are all seeking the tools to work with it all and to get free from our prisons, whether that’s literal prison like our incarcerated pen pals or the internal prisons we build for ourselves.

How to Learn

To learn something new, you have to admit you don’t know something and then be open to learning. At the same time, you have to know you are brilliant, you are just learning a new skill. Not knowing is the only way to grow.

A Way to Remember Who You Are

We have the force to build a new world, without the need to fight the existing one. We carve out new grooves and lay new paths in resonance with Mother Nature, together, one dinner at a time.