Collage with modern interior images, abstract art, and winter scenes. Text: "montages" and “I dreamed that, as I wandered...” Mood is artistic.

Hope is not a cursory sigh of resignation. It’s an inspired intention, and as a writer, I can attest to that definition. My debut book is a memoir of mystical transformation. My dreams and visions, and this kind of hope, fueled this transformation.

 Could it be that life's turning points relate to the direction we need to fulfill our life's purpose? The middle school teacher bolstered my confidence when I needed it the most.

Interesting that all the boxes think they have the true way and the answer to all of human life's questions. They can't all be true.

Everyone experiences pain, but not everyone learns from it. Everyone has "ah-ha" moments but don't translate them into life-changing growth.

In an instant, time, space, and a change followed words as I sensed the meeting of the Divine and my soul.

If we all agree the world is flat, we're not likely to believe anything else until our minds are open enough to entertain another viewpoint.

The Clearing was my comfort spot. I felt completely free to be myself at a time when the life I was living wasn't conducive to being myself.

“It’s like you, only better,” said Jacqueline Kent. It seemed like an oxymoron to me. How can an experience of a photo shoot be...