• “Angels of the Get Through”

    I always thought “chase your dreams” was something people just said but didn’t mean. I’m in awe at the way the Universe has showed up for me, and I don’t have to go any further than my kitchen to see the most spectacular gifts she has shared with me on this journey.

  • Sacrament

    Most days I pray in poetry And think in sermons My whole life Is a riddle Every soul A different rhyme I preach What I cannot practice I cry Words that are not mine

  • A Ritual for Honoring Pain

    I’ve been at kind of a loss as to how I should proceed with my blog. I love writing and I love sharing my journey – and I also feel like what I’ve been posting lately (when it isn’t poetry) has been really preachy and leans toward oversharing rather than actual vulnerability. (Thanks to Brené Brown…

  • Love You More

    I love you more than I hate conflict, More than keeping peace. I love you more Than I ever loved tequila

  • Identify

    “I identify as a forest gremlin,” They say, Their tree limb appendages Hugging bark – A true flower child. I identify as: The last tree I climbed, At four years old – I identify as: Fear, As if by magic, Turned anxiety Turned self-doubt Turned shame Turned power As I clung To a too-high branch…

  • Enough

    This is the first sermon I ever wrote, before I had even officially decided to pursue a career in ministry.

  • On Alcohol, Awakening, and Rising

    On Alcohol, Awakening, and Rising Helen Rose March 24, 2019 I will be two years sober this July. The last two years have been transformative in ways I never could have imagined, and the first gift of Divine love that I gave myself on this leg of my journey was recovery. Recovery allowed me to…