I began writing these thoughts during a season of silence.
They are a collection of moments, questions, and prayers that arrived only when I was quiet enough to listen.
I cannot claim to understand what moved through me. But something within insisted on being spoken, again and again, in many different ways, until I could no longer tell if it belonged to me at all.
I have tried only to be honest, and to let the words come as they wished, without forcing them to become anything more than what they are.
You may start at the beginning, or open to any page. Each piece is a whole, yet none are final.
If this book leaves you with more questions than you began with, then it has done its work. These reflections are not answers or teachings, only offerings.
May these pages be a companion to you, wherever you are on your way. And let them remind you to return to the part of you that already knows.