Sacred Womb
Continued healing: I see ravens every day, gigantic ones. On that particular day, it was dramatically different. Eventually they would lead me into Sacred Womb. I was on my way to check off a list of errands, when group after … Read More
Waiting Was
Continued healing: “You’re not dealing with this!” It seemed, to her, that I was doing nothing to correct my situation. For me, waiting was the work. I needed to catch up with myself; to consider the things in my life … Read More
The Space Within
On Thanksgiving Day, we looked out at creation’s vastness from the mesa at Puyé Dwellings. Before long, our Native American guide ushered us into the underground kiva, the space within. It felt as if we had entered Earth’s womb. A … Read More
Safe Spaces
When I think of safe spaces, I begin by thinking back to adolescence, the year that our guest preacher was asked to leave camp. Early in the week he told our youth group that we were quenching the Holy Spirit. … Read More
Womb-Like Cave
A nip in the air hints of winter’s call to hunker down and come back to True Self. We bundle up joys, disappointments, questions and certainties and take them into the womb-like cave where Bear invites us to still ourselves … Read More
Dove
I enjoyed her mournful coos, until Dove’s songs climaxed to a daily incessant fuss. How did this gentle creature become so annoying? After mounting frustration of day after day and all day long noise, I considered possible messages that Creation’s Bible … Read More
Time Between
For years this painting hung in my studio. It represented time between, Jesus feeding the five thousand and his walking on water, when he went to the hillside alone. In scriptural accounts, the disciples got into the boat. Jesus did … Read More
Breath of God
It felt like the breath of God. A pair of ravens flew toward the arroyo. One dipped down and flew back up with a glimpse of the future. The other lifted a corner of the past. Then, as if someone … Read More
Paper-Thin Places
Quiet is rare. When we have a modicum of quiet, our minds get busy and the voices, we would rather not hear, begin to speak. Our desire for diversion has led to excess loud, a shadow of Western world’s collective … Read More
In Between
As I reached my foot for the flirtatious stone, it disappeared under water and I fell into the stream. Much later, a giant boulder of strength emerged with me sprawled out on top. It happened in the in between. I … Read More
Spaces
I have grown to love all that spaces offer. They provide a pause, so that friends can remain friends, while allowing one or the other to navigate a life change and look for sure footing on a path that the … Read More
Sacred Light
I was in a different place and yet found myself choosing among the same three paths that intersected in front of me, again. I thought back to times of heartbreak and crisis of ego when I was tempted to behave … Read More