To know love is to be a medium, to draw in and receive the often difficult, often rejected and conflicted of life, and reveal with your body as instrument, as the beauty and value of the otherwise overlooked or discarded.

I have witnessed women being labeled them all: crazy, hysterical, dangerous. 
More often than not, it was other women who cast the labels.

It does not escape me that women who fit this bill are the most powerful women in the room.

The Buddha diagnosed it as suffering, the tendency to identify with a self, a group, or the world of appearances. The solution was deceptively simple: disidentify.

Trauma is frequently cast as pathology, which produces a cycle of shame. I think of trauma as value-neutral congestion and cast it as potential.

In my mind, we’re all trying to get the same thing. All craving, all desire, all sickness, is longing for the mystical.

To temper anxiety: apply access to the archetypal realm. 

What if autism is here to teach the world compassion and wholeness?
Not just abiding by the rules of what our culture tells us is normal or acceptable?

It is time to focus on the potential.

What we call trauma is value-neutral congestion.

Would you fight those who would remove your shackles, your limitations?

Would you argue with fury and passion to remain in the doghouse next to the mansion? 

If given the key, would you use it to open the lock?