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
Veiled in Heyoka’s stripes, my friend rubbed her eyes crying, “Waah, waah, waah”. She is one of those rare people who can lovingly mock others, as a successful antidote to self-pity. Together we burst into laughter. Although we were conversing about something outside of either … Read More
In my younger years, I did not fully appreciate the play in sacred clowns; perhaps I had seen too many unhealthy ones covering up their pain with absurdities. Later, I became I friendlier with them. Joining in the frolicking dance that slowly … Read More
Standing between seasons of my faith, I was flanked by surety and the unknown, when Memory Keeper appeared. Clearly he had witnessed more than most. His eyes were gentle, his demeanor, strong and protective. He wore eagle feathers in his … Read More
Several times on my journey, I have looked out in the expanse of Creation’s Bible to see a silhouette of Wolf. Twice, while passionately engrossed in teaching, where I had burrowed in, Solitude’s call began simmering. Just when I thought … Read More