What will you do with all of this outrageous beauty?
What does it mean to "be yourself"? What can personal transformation teach us about changing the world?
The second series of The Hevria Sessions launched recently, and with that I want to pull back the curtain a...
My outsider status was hard-won. Earned with my own blood.
The High Priest felt a single drop of sweat cascade down his brow. That distraction paled as the High Priest’s ears perked up to catch one choral voice gratingly out of harmony with his brethren.
I had slammed a door on the purest part of my soul. And for what? Like a baby crying out for its mother, I had denied its outstretched arms, turned the key, and plugged my ears to the cries.
Elizabeth continues to ponder creativity and her love/hate relationship with it.
The day makes everything familiar; night falls and we're uneasy about what's lurking in the shadows, what unknown fears might be lurking near our homes, but it also lures us to sleep.
