Many of you wrote to me after the last article , sharing your own stories, reflections, and lived experiences of being cracked open by life. I am deeply grateful for your courage, your honesty, and your willingness to normalize vulnerability in a world that so often asks us to hide it. This work is not meant to be done alone, and your voices matter here.   I spoke about how grief, heartbreak, and loss expand our capacity to love, not by bypassing pain, but by allowing life to

Expanding our capacity to love is not a soft or sentimental process. It is not forged in moments when everything is tidy, predictable, or comfortable. It is forged in moments that crack us open. The loss of someone we love. The ending of a relationship we believed would last. The sudden rupture of a life we were certain of. These moments do not politely knock on the heart’s door. They split it. They press directly into the chest. They bypass our philosophies and go straight f

There was once a great House — ancient, shimmering, infinite — with so many rooms it could not be counted. Some rooms glowed like sunrise. Some were dim like forgotten attics. Some were filled with laughter, soft and warm. Others echoed with grief that had never been spoken. This House was no ordinary House. It was the Body of Creation itself. And inside it lived every soul who had ever been, would ever be, or was becoming — though none of them remembered that the House bel

Hello, my friends. After a couple of weeks of recovery here in Italy—and one very sunny day I fully intended to go to Assisi but didn’t, because my body said, “Actually… no thank you, I’m too tired”—I finally felt strong enough to make the trip. No grand plan. No itinerary. Just a whisper of curiosity and a gentle inner nudge I’ve learned not to question. I assumed I was heading into a quiet, contemplative day in a sacred city that’s been calling me since before I arrived. W