To Be Whole
I had an insatiable desire for the Holy. I remember, as a teenager, reading Christian scripture and declaring with James and John; Yes, Jesus, I am ready to drink from your cup. Later, I was not nearly as eager to be … Read More
Live Beyond
In a ten-year period, I sat with over a thousand men and women, in one-on-one coaching sessions. During that time, I found assessment tools disarming, in generously giving the other a starting language to live beyond. Obviously, I saw several patterns … Read More
Drumming Beat
I put one hand on my heart, the other, on top of the mesa. Lying on Mother Earth, I wondered if I could sync my heartbeat with hers. Ultimately, I wanted to sense a drumming beat of the collective whole. … 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
Almond’s Gift
The mandorla provides sanctuary for what feels torn apart. When it is difficult to see the commonality between heaven and earth, the overlap provides hope for mending. I call it Almond’s gift. Holding the larger mandorla in our consciousness is … Read More
The Expectant Womb
Rather than a steeple pointing up to God, this community worshiped under a dome, suggesting full of God. I walked in and up in the interior of the expectant womb was a written icon of Theotokos, Mary, and her son. … Read More
Masking the Essence
Labels give us a point of reference, e.g., he is a gifted linguist or she is married. Labels also serve as a veneer, masking the essence. In making connections with faith groups, I was prepared for people to ask me … Read More
A Wider Embrace
Early in our marriage, I thought it would be wise to connect with a faith community other than and in addition to the church where my husband and I were known leaders. Mostly, it was for my own spiritual health, … Read More
Union; Part 5
I was content being rooted in red, while seeing blue and yellow as separate, other than. But blue kept inviting me to dance and when I finally said yes, there, in the union, was purple. Orange is red until yellow … Read More
Freeing Choices
Early on, I wore a few labels. Some were given to me and other tags, I chose. It was a branding that in the first many years of my life was necessary to define who I was and who I … Read More