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
Spirit’s Loving Flow
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
Freeing the Mermaids
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
Sacred Light
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
Illuminated Calm
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
My Gardening Stick
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
My Discernment Stick
As I abide with Infinite Love and my discernment stick, the Knowing eye sees beyond what is obvious. In those awe-struck moments, I’ve learned to immediately lay myself out before the discerning eye for an in-depth exploration of any entrapping … Read More
My Ritual Stick
I would have loved a ritual stick while navigating my way through the dark night of the soul. I spent too many hours, journaling words. But even without the prompting of a visual reminder, the thought of a ceremony felt … Read More
Images of the Mandorla 3
In my collection of images of the mandorla, the ladder that I follow down is my mandorla of acceptance. It is the hardest, for I enjoy living in the hope-filled possibilities that I have pictured, so to die to or … Read More
Prayer-Filled Opening
On the night that Spirit shushed me, I quietly looked out at my prayers. There they were in the dark night sky, hanging as if they were in some sort of enormous dream catcher. Were they stuck or just dangling … Read More