It happened so suddenly, although perhaps not.  My awareness of it certainly happened suddenly.  The tears out of nowhere, for nothing in particular.  The feeling of emptiness and dread.  The

Words arrived again last night. As I sat with them, I realized they offered a clue into something I’d been struggling with. How does one describe intuition? It can be

I write words in the middle of the night.  I call them words, because although they appear as poems, they aren’t poems in the conventional sense.  They come through as

I am struck by a realization this morning. I have been approaching my recent work thinking it is new.  That the message is new, that the mission I feel deep

I have often been called idealistic.  And not in a “you’re so inspiring” way, but more in the “bless your heart” way. (My time in Charlotte, NC ensured I understood

The 2023 word of the year was authenticity. It is a brilliant word and in many ways reflected our natural desire to remain human in a digital world. I cheered

Who is worthy of good ideas? I assume most people would reply anyone and everyone to this statement. However, as I look around our society, whether it be research funding, policy making

AI conversations are everywhere, with good reason. Influencers, experts and policy makers alike are wading through the extreme complexity brought on by something moving faster than any of us can

In nature, there is a visible balance between individual agency and collective responsibility. There is one bird that flies alone, using its own exertion and physicality, but there is also