Annelisa

There is a moment in every conflict . . . a split-second pivot point . . . where we either lean toward connection or toward protection....

When We Can’t Respond . . . The Disappearance of Self We can't really respond to ourselves, let alone anyone else, if we’re not fully...

The Emerald Podcast , hosted by Josh Schrei, is a visceral, mythic journey into the intelligence of the body and the living world. Rooted...

The God who only knows four words . . . By Hafiz Every child Has known God, Not the God of names, Not the God of don’ts, Not the God who...

At the heart of witnessing lies a paradox: in seeking to come closer to ourselves, we risk stepping away. In the longing to be fully...

In the quiet terrain where human beings meet, beyond words and beyond the grasp of intellect, there exists the profound act of...

In order to speak meaningfully about the subtle paradoxes of being in committed partnerships, clarifying what we mean when we say "we...

Would You Harbor Me? Sweet Honey in the Rock https://open.spotify.com/track/5E2HlBXQteeBRIdq0dB5Os?si=ed9ebf9c37a74890...

by Kahlil Gibran Then Almitra spoke, saying, We would ask now of Death. And he said: You would know the secret of death. But how shall...

In the Fluid Intimacy™ model, we come face-to-face with one of the most difficult truths about human connection: there are moments in...

Connection, Responsibility, and Transcendence It might be best to begin by defining peace not simply as the absence of violence, but as...

At the core of being human is need . We need air, water, food, warmth, touch, and shelter. But our needs extend far beyond survival, they...

Many people enter relationships believing love alone will sustain them. But love, in its rawest form, is not a guarantee of a lasting,...

Sitting Around the Fire Jon Hopkins / Ram Dass https://open.spotify.com/track/7Bl1GdYbcJ0QSffErVWOnv?si=mTYTFglYTXSi3fFsWZc6Ow...

Briefly It Enters, Briefly It Speaks By Jane Kenyon I am the blossom pressed in a book, found again after two hundred years. . . . I am...