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
Listen to Silent Night and read Revelation 12. With each passing Christmas, I find myself befriending Mary with a deeper sense of respect. There she stands, barely coming out of childhood while saying yes to her spiritual calling of Mother and … Read More
Dance invitations, flitting around in the wind, greeted me as I walked outside. The heart shaped leaves of a cottonwood tree carried the invites. Creation had not only noticed me, but had also bid me to dance. At first I … Read More
I have been making friends with the Russian olive tree on my Living Prayer Room patio. I admire the strength and seeming single-mindedness of its trunk and limbs. I inhale a fresh New Mexican breeze and find pleasure in the … Read More
I asked Creation’s Bible, “What is the path to union with another?” The Russian olive tree propagated back with determined branches sprouting out in particular directions as if needing to reach a destination; while the Cottonwood’s fun-loving leaves replied, “Dance … Read More
Yesterday afternoon I watched a wind sculpture whipping around until I thought it would take flight. This morning it is perfectly still. It mimics me. Only a week ago, I was busily tending to more details of moving. Today, I … Read More
The dark night sky was studded with stars as I opened to the desert landscape of people’s souls. I was finding a rhythm and enjoying personal fulfillment in my Spiritual Direction practice, when my husband had his epiphany; it was … Read More
Further into faith and only a few miles through suburbia to my workplace, I covered great distances daily. Interestingly, it was through my metaphorical travels that I learned to be acutely present to others and to my immediate day-to-day. As … Read More
For months I did not share the words that I had heard with anyone. This was Spirit’s work, not mine. But when the year was nearing its end, I told my husband what I had heard. He was not sensing … Read More
It was 2007 when I awoke to a voice, “This time next year, you will not be here.” I was barely awake, but awake enough to know that I had heard words that would not let me go. In a … Read More
Spirit hovered, created, agonized and wept over the shadows under Her wings. All of life, destined for resurrection, would first have to pass through death. And so creation lived, died and decomposed back into the earth, leaving Spirit to brood. The … Read More