Myths give us a reference point to identify where we are in life. We can look at the arc of a story and point to where we are in the journey: are we being called to adventure, being challenged by monsters, receiving wisdom from sages or returning home with the great treasure?

Recently, I've felt more expansive. Instead of launching a big program right away, I've tried pilots. Instead of planning an entire national campaign, I've started locally.

Curating the "Be The Light" project has made a profound impact on me, and I'd like to share it with you in a letter to your light.

I believe there is a light within all of us that represents the best of who we are. Sometimes the light shines brightly and it flows into the world as we share it with others. Sometimes the light seems to be covered in layers of dashed hopes and dreams, heartache or pain.

We all have a way that we define ourselves that can make us behave in a not-so-desirable manner when that sense of identity feels threatened.

Instead of really digging into underlying cultural biases, we look for new words to generate healing, acceptance and a fresh start for an entire group of people. This system of adding new words doesn't seem to have erased the underlying tensions that exist between people who are different from one another.

"If you don't take care of your body, where will you live?" This message stuck with me for decades because I think it may have been the first time it really registered that our physical form is only a small (but important) piece of who we are. 

Ouroboros is an ancient symbol of a snake devouring its own tail. It's the symbol of creation out of destruction, life out of death—a representation of individuation, or how we grow into human beings distinct and different from all others.

One woman shared that she wished she had the courage to believe she was, "enough." The room fell silent as the intimacy and vulnerability of the statement filled the space.

Over the weekend, a friend asked how I was doing. I told him I was depressed. As I was walking away, I thought, no, I'm not depressed, I'm in pain.

I'm happy to be writing to you today from Paris, the City of Love! For the past two days, I've had the opportunity to travel with some of the people I love most: my family.