Nothing is really wrong with me. I am just unsure, restless, and isolated... I suppose the problem lies in stepping outside of that world. Work, schedules, school -- all are operating according to the mass plan of social order. I, however, do not operate like a cog in a steely machine....

The more arrogant and fearful among us believe that a great gulf separates the middle class from the homeless.... I, too, used to believe that people who were homeless achieved this state through their own shortcomings. I no longer believe this.

Imagine with me... a world where abortion is considered a private matter to be decided by the woman herself, along with her partner, family, and/or clergy if she so chooses... Imagine. . . .

What motivates healing, fuels it, nurtures and completes it, in the perceptions of both healer/professional and healee/patient?... I search for neither hardcore clinical "data" that no one understands or can reasonably fit into the Larger Picture of the Soul, nor for airy-fairy, "woo-woo" meanderings that no one can reason with here on Earth.