Shadow Whisperer

I was back in 1959 wound as tight as the top I sent spinning on Christmas morning. In a flash, I was a child again, throwing an inner tantrum. Of course it was private; admitting it out loud might release … Read More

Breath of God

It felt like the breath of God. A pair of ravens flew toward the arroyo. One dipped down and flew back up with a glimpse of the future. The other lifted a corner of the past. Then, as if someone … Read More

The Whole of Me

I pulled the right and left sides of my brain down into my heart and began chanting my praise mantra, asking Spirit to brood over the whole of me as I processed information from the energy around me, information that … Read More

Parting of the Fog

The moment Discernment creates a parting of the fog; I pull out my barometer and begin looking for signposts. Discernment always enlightens, which makes continuing in the same way, impossible. Discernment cuts through the obscure, illuminating us to what is. … Read More

Almond’s Gift

The mandorla provides sanctuary for what feels torn apart. When it is difficult to see the commonality between heaven and earth, the overlap provides hope for mending. I call it Almond’s gift. Holding the larger mandorla in our consciousness is … Read More

Paper-Thin Places

Quiet is rare. When we have a modicum of quiet, our minds get busy and the voices, we would rather not hear, begin to speak. Our desire for diversion has led to excess loud, a shadow of Western world’s collective … Read More

Spirit’s Loving Flow

Thus far, messengers of Quiet have summoned me to come down beneath the surface for extended solitude, three times. Though the requests have come by way of different runners, Quiet’s invitation has been the same, calling me away from competing … Read More

Around and Down

At first it did not look like anything out of the ordinary, a long horizontal line with significant historical events marked at intervals. And then the timeline came to life, spiraling around and down, so that comparable events and challenges … Read More

Come Home

The pool was as deep and wide as Love stood. Through the gurgling, I could hear True Self calling out to the prodigal parts, come home. Person after person sat before me naming their traits as good or bad, and … Read More

In Between

As I reached my foot for the flirtatious stone, it disappeared under water and I fell into the stream. Much later, a giant boulder of strength emerged with me sprawled out on top. It happened in the in between. I … Read More

Spaces

I have grown to love all that spaces offer. They provide a pause, so that friends can remain friends, while allowing one or the other to navigate a life change and look for sure footing on a path that the … Read More

Remnants

Forget my dream? It was too late. I could not un-see what I had seen. Besides, not only had I written details in my journal; but also painted my dream’s most prominent showing. How could I forget the remnants of a dream … Read More