My Imagination Stick
The spring winds are fierce this morning, so I am opting to hike metaphorically. With closed eyes, I grab the...
The spring winds are fierce this morning, so I am opting to hike metaphorically. With closed eyes, I grab the...
Listen to Silent Night and read Revelation 12. With each passing Christmas, I find myself befriending Mary with a deeper sense...
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...
Yesterday afternoon I watched a wind sculpture whipping around until I thought it would take flight. This morning it is...
The dark night sky was studded with stars as I opened to the desert landscape of people’s souls. I was...
Further into faith and only a few miles through suburbia to my workplace, I covered great distances daily. Interestingly, it...
For months I did not share the words that I had heard with anyone. This was Spirit’s work, not mine....
It was 2007 when I awoke to a voice, “This time next year, you will not be here.” I was...
Spirit hovered, created, agonized and wept over the shadows under Her wings. All of life, destined for resurrection, would first...