Stories are expressions of our humanity, of our universality. In our stories we discover not what separates us but what unites us. We discover not our differences but our similarities. Read others' stories, but do more than that. Tell your stories, whatever form they take. Share your fears and joys, your failures and triumphs. Share your humanity. Let us see you...and let us see ourselves in you. That's how we heal ourselves. That's how we heal the world.

My time in Sedona has also been a time of miracles. Because I kept listening and trusting – even as the voices around me "kept shouting their bad advice," as poet Mary Oliver put it in "The Journey" – I have managed to keep moving forward, even in the midst of the uncertainty and senselessness of these times. How? By listening and trusting. By continuing not only to write and teach but to do my imperfect human best to live what I write and teach.

in every moment, the higher wisdom we all carry within is calling on us to do and be the impossible, even though it makes no conventional sense, even though we don't know where to begin or who we'll be when we're done. All we can do is  listen, get past our resistance and surrender.

It doesn't matter whether you call yourself a writer. What matters is that you find an outlet to express what you're feeling in these unprecedented times are affecting you. What matters is that you open your heart to the inner wisdom that will help guide you through and past the fear, that will help you avoid the apocalyptic panic that is so prevalent right now.

The most powerful path through any crisis is through our stories. Now is the time to free yours! Read on for a ton of writers’ resources, including some that won’t cost you a dime!

When did the call first come? When did you know, as clearly as you know your face, that you had to write? When did you know that an imperative deeper than any you have known was crying out for you to express it in words? When did you know?

Close your eyes and remember. Remember the stories you invented... Remember wonder and imagination... Remember make-believe... You can write.

“Sedona is my heart home,” she said to me wistfully, and in that moment I realized that it is mine, too. That doesn’t necessarily mean that I get to stay. It does mean that I will relish every moment I have here and will continue to be grateful for all the miracles that this magical place is blessing me with!

I have turned my life upside down once again: I have sold everything I own (not for the first time) and jammed the essentials (including my dog, Kyri) into my Prius and have taken off for parts unknown. Welcome to Week 1 of My Fool’s Journey, carrying me from Portland, OR to Billings, MT.

“‘Portal land,’ my friend Sander jokingly remarked back in late 2017 when I told him I was moving to Portland. As it turned out, it was no joke... You see, I’ll be leaving Portland on or around May 28. Likely for good.”

I take the same intuitive approach to my life as I do to my writing. While other coaches and instructors recommend applying a regular routine to creative production, that never works for me for very long. Rather, I remain as in-the-moment as I can and follow wherever the inspiration leads me — in my life as well as in my writing.

Whether it’s historically, spiritually or metaphysically, November 11 carries much meaning for many people. It carries a particularly personal significance for me: That was the date of my bar mitzvah. Yet that my bar mitzvah occurred on 11/11 wouldn’t be the only measure of the day’s import, as I relate in this excerpt from my memoir.