On Thanksgiving Day, we looked out at creation’s vastness from the mesa at Puyé Dwellings. Before long, our Native American guide ushered us into the underground kiva, the space within. It felt as if we had entered Earth’s womb. A … Read More
My recollection is as clear as if Doe were standing here today. Deer happened upon me and gazed on my face for several seconds before moving on. Her gentleness continues to be a stunning memory. In the stillness of what we … Read More
When the world is wound in a drama that does want to quit, I am more open to some of the harder lessons of creation. Hawk, Raven and Owl compose my feathered trinity. These three fly through the veil, giving … Read More
We had hiked the dusty path several times, but on this particular day there were puddles from recent rains, puddles filled with tadpoles. Sporadically, we had spotted a frog or two near our pond, but of all things, tadpoles out … Read More
I enjoyed her mournful coos, until Dove’s songs climaxed to a daily incessant fuss. How did this gentle creature become so annoying? After mounting frustration of day after day and all day long noise, I considered possible messages that Creation’s Bible … Read More
Several times on my journey, I have looked out in the expanse of Creation’s Bible to see a silhouette of Wolf. Twice, while passionately engrossed in teaching, where I had burrowed in, Solitude’s call began simmering. Just when I thought … Read More
Clouds floated by like swans on a calm pond. One was bottom-side up and another, upright. Swan-clouds voiced their secret to graceful living, balancing earth and sky, while accepting what the moment brings. There is the ethereal and then the … Read More
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
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
Raven all but sat on my head, looked me in the eye and said, let it die. Ravens signify death and rebirth. They remind me that in choosing life, I also choose death. I remember my vivid relationship with Mystery as … Read More
It was quite the processional, a moment that I could spend years trying to interpret. Instead, I decided to let the memory be, allowing it to feed my soul while I became more grounded in Mystery. I walked out into … Read More
From time to time, my gardening stick reminds me to look through the broader lens of God’s love, respecting the other, for each has her own beauty and his own challenges. For several years, I lived in John 15, where … Read More