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When the Lion Walked Beside Me

It was late. I was standing at the top of my stairs, calling down to our pets that it was bedtime, when I suddenly felt a presence. A large Lion was standing to my left. He was taller than me, and undeniably powerful—yet I felt no fear. His presence radiated safety, love, peace, and support. I didn’t question it. I was so tired that I simply took comfort in the experience and went to bed, held in a blanket of divine calm.
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One Light, Many Windows

There is something I’ve known for a long time— Something deeper than doctrine, older than scripture, and louder than the noise of religious debate. ✨ I’ve known that the same God lives in all faiths. Not a different God. Not a better God. But One Divine Presence that flows through many traditions, many cultures, and many sacred names.
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When Faith Hurts: A Sacred Reflection for My Fellow Christians and the Ones They’ve Wounded

It has been over a week since I shared an article reflecting on the relationship between yoga and Christian faith, and the wave of responses—some curious, some compassionate, many hostile—has left me both heartbroken and deeply reflective ... So, to those who claim Christ and yet meet others with scorn and superiority: this is not the way.
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By Their Fruits, You Will Know Them

It’s been a revealing week. After sharing from my heart on the intersection of faith, healing, and practices like yoga, I received a wave of responses—some loving and curious, others painfully judgmental. And as I sat with it all, I was reminded of something Jesus once said: “By their fruits, you will know them.” (Matthew 7:16) He didn’t say by their labels you will know them. He didn’t say by their loud declarations, their credentials, or their ability to quote Scripture. He said: look at the fruit.
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Stretching Into Stillness: A Christian Perspective on Yoga

Over the years, I've received many heartfelt messages from people wrestling with whether practices like yoga are compatible with Christianity. Some believe yoga is evil or spiritually dangerous. Others, like myself, have found healing and connection through yoga, not separation from God. I want to speak to those in the middle of this conversation—to offer clarity, compassion, and context.
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Becoming the Light: Living from What We’ve Survived

For a long time, I thought I had to be fully healed before I could begin again. But healing isn’t a finish line. It’s a way of walking. It’s the breath we choose each morning. It’s the softness we allow back in. This isn’t a story of arrival. It’s a sacred reflection on how I’m living now—after the unmaking, after the darkest room, after the rising. 🌿 Living as a Sacred Sensitive I used to try to fit into the world’s definition of “strong.” To be quiet when I felt too much. To be agreeable when I sensed something was wrong. To stay small so I wouldn’t scare anyone with the depth of what I knew. But I no longer shrink my light for the comfort of others.