Rebelle Society

When you are at your best, you make us come to the paradox that we are insignificant and magnificent, nothing and everything at the same time.

We searched for the faces of our Greatest Grandmothers, those fissured and bony smiles cracking through moonbeam-lit clouds, beckoning us forward.

I recently discovered the practice of self-care while caring for others too, when taking part in two volunteering initiatives in India and Nepal.

If beauty and love are always present, even in the darkest of moments, then there is always hope. Hope that brings the promise of a new dawn.

There is no living a soul-centered life without being authentic and compassionate, without mustering the courage to do the excavating in the dark.

As a young adult, I lost my connection to the pen for a while. My writing was academic and practical, with no ink left for self-expression.

People want to help others. During this time, I’ve been incredibly moved by the generosity of family, friends, neighbors and strangers.

Every day I would say Hi to her when I went outside. Tell her how beautiful she was. Check if she needed water. Cut away anything dry or dead.

I saw the old men's mercenary expressions and frail bodies bending over the trail like crusaders, as stark as the lines of the path cut into nature.

The poem demonstrates, at the core, a very vulnerable voice -- the voice of every individual who lives with any kind of persistent pain.