The Expectant Womb
Rather than a steeple pointing up to God, this community worshiped under a dome, suggesting full of God. I walked...
Rather than a steeple pointing up to God, this community worshiped under a dome, suggesting full of God. I walked...
I imagined only great trials leading to great change until I made loving-kindness a priority in meeting the nagging everyday...
Labels give us a point of reference, e.g., he is a gifted linguist or she is married. Labels also serve...
If I had covered my ears to shut out pain’s noisy voice, I would have missed hearing Spirit’s whisper, her...
Knowing that the Sacred is not restricted by time or place, I enjoy time travel on occasion. My wisdom stick prompts...
Having finished my creation stick, I stepped out for a prayer walk through Creation’s Bible. I rarely complete the art...
The spring winds are fierce this morning, so I am opting to hike metaphorically. With closed eyes, I grab the...
In my collection of images of the mandorla, the ladder that I follow down is my mandorla of acceptance. It...
So many images of the mandorla come to mind when I wander around in the almond shape. One image presents...
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...
To sit with one, who no longer has a need to defend, is to sit with one who opens doors....