There’s power in asking questions. Not the kind of questions that demand answers, but the kind that opens space. Curiosity, in its truest form, is not a performance of intellect. It’s a gesture of presence. It’s a way of saying: I am here, I am open and I am observing. When we allow ourselves to explore ideas, sensations, memories, and soul landscapes, we begin to reclaim something essential. We begin to remember that we are not passive recipients of the world, but active in the world’s...

I’ve been thinking about disability advocacy lately, which is an unfortunately necessary calling. I’ll admit my own advocacy style sometimes looks less like a polished campaign and more like a toddler trying to carry too many juice boxes at once. I care deeply, I really do, but I also have a knack for tripping over my own metaphors and accidentally giving a whole lecture on accessibility when someone simply asked where the bathroom was. Still, I keep showing up, because the alternative is...

My daydreams, for years, indulged the fantasy of being granted the superpower of invisibility. That power [invisibility] would bring me safety, control, protection, rest. All in one moment, struggles would be obsolete.  One day, recently, a passing internal question changed the dream. Why had I determined invisibility to be the solution for fear, insecurity, and the need for boundaries? Beliefs began to unravel and reassemble. Dramatically and with some overwhelm. If I get to wish for a...