A Fresh Knowing
Ravens fed Elijah, when he needed desert time with God. Spirit Raven fed me when I needed a fresh Knowing....
Posts about Love
Let it Die
Raven all but sat on my head, looked me in the eye and said, let it die. Ravens signify death and...
Grounded in Mystery
It was quite the processional, a moment that I could spend years trying to interpret. Instead, I decided to let...
The Invitation
I am not a psychologist; so initially, the invitation was to identify the dysfunctions in different work settings. Discerning how...
Illuminated Calm
If I had covered my ears to shut out pain’s noisy voice, I would have missed hearing Spirit’s whisper, her...
Contemplative Wholeness
While in the throes of leadership, I found it necessary to make decisions, judgments if you will. I had to...
My Gardening Stick
From time to time, my gardening stick reminds me to look through the broader lens of God’s love, respecting the...
My Discernment Stick
As I abide with Infinite Love and my discernment stick, the Knowing eye sees beyond what is obvious. In those...
My Wisdom Stick
Knowing that the Sacred is not restricted by time or place, I enjoy time travel on occasion. My wisdom stick prompts...
My Talking Stick
I didn’t see any way around it. To love others as myself, I had to let the differing voices inside...
My Ritual Stick
I would have loved a ritual stick while navigating my way through the dark night of the soul. I spent...
My Imagination Stick
The spring winds are fierce this morning, so I am opting to hike metaphorically. With closed eyes, I grab the...