Natives danced around a blazing fire. Their lively prayers were free of judgment. One of their own was going through spiritual dismemberment. Crow cawed. Flames leapt. Afterwards another soul would emerge fully alive. Because they lived in Spirit’s power, the … Read More
Realizing the dream of a better world lies in both our self-care and rebirth. Through death’s initiation, Bat inducts those who are willing, into a group known as the wounded healers. Nature deems bats as good. Still, we do not … Read More
Wholeness nudges us to widen our pretentious boundaries, and also to let go. As we become more compassionate and give less prominence to other people’s opinions, we can better influence from a vibrant core. Soul loss does not necessarily appear … Read More
Shhh! Wait and see which way the cat jumps. In positions such as Spiritual Director, Psychotherapist or Clergy, keeping confidences, is fundamental. Similarly, people who are gifted in discernment or one of the four clairs: seeing, hearing, sensing and knowing, … Read More
It was spring. By winter a big smile graced my face. I could no longer hear the condescending words and tone. “What an imagination! You do know that the still small voice, you heard, was your own.” The voice of … Read More
I could hear the pounding of her feet on the sand as she ran through the desert. Soon she would take flight, rising with Spirit’s free birds, to brood over people, mired in their hopelessness. Despairing ones had forgotten how … Read More
I cannot remember a time when I did not love Jesus. I grew up in a Southern Baptist church that taught me to filter my beliefs and decisions through Christian scripture and the life of Jesus, also the Word. The … Read More
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
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
I could have blamed the limes and avocados that I had ingested the night before. Instead, I gave consideration to my dream. Freeing the mermaids to swim in the night sky was my way of cracking heart’s door and listening … Read More
I was in a different place and yet found myself choosing among the same three paths that intersected in front of me, again. I thought back to times of heartbreak and crisis of ego when I was tempted to behave … Read More
If I had covered my ears to shut out pain’s noisy voice, I would have missed hearing Spirit’s whisper, her invitation into the dark night of the soul. I could have avoided the night altogether or at least shortened the … Read More