
Images of the Mandorla 3
In my collection of images of the mandorla, the ladder that I follow down is my mandorla of acceptance. It...
In my collection of images of the mandorla, the ladder that I follow down is my mandorla of acceptance. It...
Sadness quietly crept into my life and changed everything. She had visited me before, but this time was different, because...
Some of the saddest stories that I habitually hear aging adults voice, rise from two themes, blame and denial. These...
She is a part of the rugged landscape. No longer do I turn away in dread, but instead, everyday I...
I asked Creation’s Bible, “What is the path to union with another?” The Russian olive tree propagated back with determined...
Yesterday afternoon I watched a wind sculpture whipping around until I thought it would take flight. This morning it is...
Spirit hovered, created, agonized and wept over the shadows under Her wings. All of life, destined for resurrection, would first...
There are places that reach inside of me and ask that I become more. They ask for a different kind...
I was standing on top of a tall building enjoying the breeze on my face, when all of a sudden;...