“Life asks us to get utterly messy in the vulnerability of our loving, to get ruthlessly familiar with loss, to become masterful grievers, and to learn the valorous art of forgiveness.
Life invites us to discover that resiliency has everything to do with realizing that we are LOVE, and that nothing is too much for love to bear. ”
~ Jesua Wight
“Jesua’s presence is a testimonial in itself. In dedicating her life to love, to truth, to awakening, she is the walking, breathing, giving extension of that commitment.
When she shines her light on you, you know you have been seen in the truth of your being. This alone is profoundly powerful for anyone who is ready for that ultimate kind of healing.”
~ Toni~ intuitive, teacher & poet, Fort Bragg, CA
Jesua emanates pure and unconditional love, holding sacred space for deep healing and transformation to occur. She speaks and lives her truth, guiding and encouraging me to do the same. Her inquires have allowed me to see and discover my own truth, to listen and hear the guidance of my own true voice, as she holds the container with love and compassion for my unfoldment. It’s an honor and a blessing to be in her vast and loving presence.
~Tamara, hospice nurse, Mill Valley, CA
Jesua is a truly extraordinary woman— a bright shining star, leading the way Home. She writes as she lives: with clarity, intelligence and humor…
~ Gangaji, international spiritual teacher & author
It was 8:10 am on Thursday morning, and I was literally on my way out the door taking the kids to school, when I got a text from my beloved editor, letting me know that our first choice publisher had declined on taking on my debut book, “Holy Messy Love.” I stopped in...
Last night before bedtime my kids and I had the sweet treat of communing in our hot tub under the starlight and moonshine. It was an absolutely beautiful moment. I love it when all of us are relaxed and open-hearted together at the same time. In that shimmering warmth...
These last couple of weeks, on more than one occasion, I’ve lost track of love. The pain of collective trauma has ached in my chest. My hands have felt small and my voice weak as I’ve fumbled my way towards prayer. Perhaps “disheartened” would be the word. As reports...
“Our gratitude need not replace our grief. The two can come together like two palms in a prayer.”
“If we learn how to consciously meet our suffering, then even our suffering is the precise medicine needed to bring us deeper home to life and to love. ”
“As we learn to open wider to the depth of grief that is here for us—personally, collectively, and globally—we can allow the honest inclusion of our brokenness to bring us home to what’s unbreakable. ”
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