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The Sacred Dark invited me and I said, yes. Like so many of the imperfect characters in Christian scriptures, I had to enter in and deepen. How many of us refuse the invitation in order to belong? And how many … Read More
Tomb or Womb?
Daunting circumstances, can feel like a tomb. And then Hope breaks through with three little words, *tomb or womb? If we invite the words to shift our emotions, we begin dreaming again. Imagine the Spirit of Infinite Love holding us … Read More
Jonah
Multilayered stories go with us, offering insight into our circumstances. In part, Jonah’s story is about the Sacred Dark coming with an unexpected calling. On the surface we may see Jonah’s darkness as the result of his disobedience. As we … Read More
Lucy
Was it a self imposed act, the lashing out of a jilted suitor or a crow gone mad? Regardless, eyes rolled and an invitation to empty came calling for Lucy. Such stories, whether fiction or non, can inspire us through … Read More
Crow
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
Bat
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
Vibrant Core
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
Keeping Confidences
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
Winter
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
Free Birds
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
The Word
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
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