For those of you who already know me, seeing Wolf as my first name may come as a surprise. I’m not sharing this story to explain or justify the change, but to offer experience—maybe even permission—for those who feel a quiet discomfort with the name they were given. The name Wolf  has called to me for as long as I can remember. As a child, I was drawn to wolves—their beauty, their quiet strength, their deep presence. Later in life, I encountered the name again through people of German...

When I was younger, I used to think tree-huggers were a bit nuts, and calling someone a tree-hugger was akin to name-calling.  However,...

Several months ago, during my evening meditation, I was gifting a Reiki session to Lana C., a beautiful 12-year-old girl from Castro...