The tides of life and creative energy thrive in these liminal spaces, whether they are in the world, our hearts, or our relationships.

This is a bit odd, I thought...Of course, you can pick my experience to pieces logically if you want to. I'm choosing to take it as a gift.

I laughed out loud, in surprise and delight. "You are so right, Jesse!" I said.

They flowed with strength and steady pace through the heart of the village and together, they rolled on towards the Sea…

I know what it's like to be bullied--there's fear, humiliation and frustration as someone bigger & stronger taunts & threatens you.

I didn't go quite as far, brave quite the storm--or cold--that I thought I could. Or should. But I did...

When I was twelve years old I met an extraordinary man. He didn't look very extraordinary. Dressed in monks' robes, he had a shy smile...

Why was it there? Did it think our house was a tree? How was it staying up there? Was it going to fall? It wasn't moving--was it okay?

My relationship with my husband has been a Shakespearean experience—true love but not running smoothly, at least not for the first decade...

You can try to explain this kind of thing away with your rational mind. Or you can receive it as Gift. Gloriously ridiculous and improbable.