My birth announcement included a poem by Lebanese-American poet, painter, and philosopher Kahlil Gibran (1883-1931). I’ve read it a few times without giving it much thought or consideration as to why my parents chose this. And then my life changed - I became a mother. A mother in a painfully troubled and complex world. Likewise, a world that is equally marked with wonder and ineffable beauty. This transformation has left me in a perpetual state of reflection and existential cogitation: what do I teach this soul about life? What have I learned about life? How do I impart hope, inspiration, and a deep sense of self and the pursuit of authenticity?