Welcome, traveler.
You may have arrived here as if stumbling upon a clearing in the forest. You are invited to stop here a moment, to become quiet, to breathe. This is a place to begin to re-member the one in you who wants to sing, who wants to feel again the joy beneath the numbness and the pain, to realize that life, all of life, is happening now, in and around us. There is no other time. There is no other place. Welcome back to the authentic self you may have been seeking.
Poem for Now
Come, come, whoever you are,
— Rumi
Wanderer, worshiper, lover of leaving, it doesn’t matter.
Ours is not a caravan of despair.
Come, even if you have broken your vows a thousand times.
Come, yet again, come, come.
