Come Home
The pool was as deep and wide as Love stood. Through the gurgling, I could hear True Self calling out...
The pool was as deep and wide as Love stood. Through the gurgling, I could hear True Self calling out...
I was in a different place and yet found myself choosing among the same three paths that intersected in front...
My sense was that she had voted for the other candidate. All I knew for sure, was that I listened...
Raven all but sat on my head, looked me in the eye and said, let it die. Ravens signify death and...
I am not a psychologist; so initially, the invitation was to identify the dysfunctions in different work settings. Discerning how...
From time to time, my gardening stick reminds me to look through the broader lens of God’s love, respecting the...
Often, Discernment comes as a negative and one day, I grabbed it as inspiration for my freedom stick. Images hold...
Knowing that the Sacred is not restricted by time or place, I enjoy time travel on occasion. My wisdom stick prompts...
I didn’t see any way around it. To love others as myself, I had to let the differing voices inside...
This gnarly stick is like an old friend, reminding me that I am fully alive when I empty, receive and...
Having finished my creation stick, I stepped out for a prayer walk through Creation’s Bible. I rarely complete the art...
In my collection of images of the mandorla, the ladder that I follow down is my mandorla of acceptance. It...