Grounded in Mystery
It was quite the processional, a moment that I could spend years trying to interpret. Instead, I decided to let...
It was quite the processional, a moment that I could spend years trying to interpret. Instead, I decided to let...
From time to time, my gardening stick reminds me to look through the broader lens of God’s love, respecting the...
Having finished my creation stick, I stepped out for a prayer walk through Creation’s Bible. I rarely complete the art...
Black or white. I grew up in the South in the 60’s, so I know a thing or two about...
I was content being rooted in red, while seeing blue and yellow as separate, other than. But blue kept inviting...
She is a part of the rugged landscape. No longer do I turn away in dread, but instead, everyday I...
Dance invitations, flitting around in the wind, greeted me as I walked outside. The heart shaped leaves of a cottonwood...
I have been making friends with the Russian olive tree on my Living Prayer Room patio. I admire the strength...
I asked Creation’s Bible, “What is the path to union with another?” The Russian olive tree propagated back with determined...
There was tension, for there in the both/and were opposites, but there was also rest, as I trusted Love. And...
Spirit hovered, created, agonized and wept over the shadows under Her wings. All of life, destined for resurrection, would first...
Early on, I wore a few labels. Some were given to me and other tags, I chose. It was a...