When we’ve domesticated Soul, and come to a season of quiet, we hear Essence calling. In the past we turned to outer authorities, and whipped our lives into shape. Now, we trust Chrysalis for a personal metamorphosis. We wonder. What … Read More
There are seasons of life when we have more to do vocationally than we can balance with our families, other responsibilities and interests. Then, we come to a long pause. Often, it is one extreme or the other. First, our … Read More
For as long as I can remember, hollowed out sculptures have drawn me. I am not sure exactly why. Perhaps because they are empty, they hold worlds of possibility. The void allows for creative brooding and as imperative as living … Read More
Like so many of us in the northern hemisphere, I was just beginning to engage in Spring’s activities, when the coronavirus forced me to stay close to home. As I live through the paradox of devastation and gift, I consider … Read More
In Spirit Clans, David Carson tells a story about Ant. A native woman, who lost everything, met an apparition dressed in red. By trusting the ghost-like spirit, she found the ant clan restoring her life. Spirit invites us to happenings. Some … Read More
It was spring. By winter a big smile graced my face. I could no longer hear the condescending words and tone. “What an imagination! You do know that the still small voice, you heard, was your own.” The voice of … Read More
Discernment often comes unexpectedly. In the moment: Our vision is sharper. Our hearing is keener. Our knowing is unquestionable. This is when discretion is imperative. Highly sensitive people, who have an added gift of discernment, live with caring deeply and coming … Read More
Coyote or Wolf? Our deepest knowing either tricks us into or teaches us about furthering our journeys. Though our feelings may protest, all encounters are invitations to Life. Whether positive or negative, every experience offers growth opportunities. Should we hold … Read More
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
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
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
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