Just when our seriousness escalates to lid popping level, a holy fool comes and relieves the pressure by pulling log after log from our eyes. Every culture has its sacred clowns. In nature, Coyote is Trickster. It was garden-like back … Read More
Daunting circumstances, can feel like a tomb. And then Hope breaks through with three little words, *tomb or womb? If we invite the words to shift our emotions, we begin dreaming again. Imagine the Spirit of Infinite Love holding us … Read More
I looked at the flower paintings, and gasped. Observing more closely I could not find one butterfly flirting with the blooms, only plodding caterpillars. The younger caterpillars happily inched forward. The older ones looked weary of slogging along. In a … Read More
Say it out loud and give it power. Conceal it and give it even more power. There must be another option. If Lynx’s strength, in us, is keeping other people’s secrets, Lynx’s weakness may be ignoring our own. Acknowledging our … Read More
Like verses in sacred texts, the animals of Creation’s Bible, may have several possible meanings, depending on where we are on the journey. At some point, Bear’s hibernation will surely hold our much-needed medicine. When circumstances cause us to miss … Read More
Appropriate vulnerability vitalized her influence. Because she had a sense of being one with the greater whole, she was unencumbered, and better able to offer Presence. Peace and Mystery were two qualities that accompanied her. Together, she held past, present … Read More
Puffed up plumage, thirty pieces of silver or the road of sorrow. Where were all the grownups? I could not breathe. I was facing a betrayal. Taking in the act, against me, and fanning the flames, with each physical breath, was … Read More
Healing, nor transformation, ends with our own. Rooster’s crow was more than a morning alarm. It was a wakeup call to drink in life’s colors and generously pour them out, again. For months, I listened to a rooster from a … Read More
Continued from Alienated Parts: Three caregivers, made a special trip to her room to say, “You are the hands and feet of Jesus.” Two weeks later there was no room in the inn. In the Jesus story, she had gone … Read More
Continued from Mourning: Our alienated parts cry out and we admit a sense of powerlessness. We persist forward, asking for help, often to find additional suffering. “Sell them equipment. Prescribe medication. Keep our patients coming back.” These were management’s orders … Read More
On some level, we need answers. They are the guardrails for our next steps. But as we demand conclusiveness, we avoid faith, which eventually opens us to colorful possibilities. Rather than looking at assessment results as defining a persona, and … Read More
I had completely caved to clichés. Was it a last-ditch effort, or did I, too, have an axe to grind? We mirrored each other, in ways we could have reduced to one yawning nutshell; life isn’t fair! Did we stop there? No, instead, we … Read More