Hawk
Have you ever watched a hawk soaring over her prey? Being an awe-filled bystander is vastly different from feeling like the object of attack. Hawks are messengers. Like the bird, prophets also have a piercing cry, as they bear news … Read More
Snow
I love winter, and Snow! I can almost hear the clicking keys, delete, delete, delete. Because I have never lived in a place where winters are harsh, watching feathery flakes fall from the sky is magical, for me. This year, … 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
Getting Hooked
Lightning flashed and thunder cracked. Shortly after, sirens blared, calling us inside, away from the debris sailing over our once safe playground. Now we would face danger of another kind, getting hooked into each other’s dramas. When we missed recess … Read More
Walk into the Beauty
On one day we see a tortoise and stop to examine its detail. On another, we walk into the beauty across Turtle’s shell, letting the experience open us to new dimensions. Peculiar things occur in dreams. Even more curious is how … Read More
Clear and Clean
With two recent snows, it was hard to realize how quickly summer was approaching. My loving other and I were readying for a new season. Our intention was to clear and clean things inside our house and out, in surrounding … Read More
Dreamtime
I breathed a prayer over our land, “How can I best be here, in the desert, with people more native than I?” My prayer took me into Dreamtime. It was as if generations were waiting for me to ask. A … Read More
Deer
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
Frog
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
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
A Fresh Knowing
Ravens fed Elijah, when he needed desert time with God. Spirit Raven fed me when I needed a fresh Knowing. The Bible was cornerstone in my Christian faith tradition. I grew up with a living word that grew right along … Read More
My Imagination Stick
The spring winds are fierce this morning, so I am opting to hike metaphorically. With closed eyes, I grab the stick that reminds me to look, listen and allow what I conceive to develop together. It is my imagination stick. … Read More