My Imagination Stick
The spring winds are fierce this morning, so I am opting to hike metaphorically. With closed eyes, I grab the...
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....
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...
I shed another skin, casting off all that is tired, and become more myself than ever before. Though my life...
I go back and forth from aspirational words to expressive words. Aspirational words invite me to live into their truth....
Yesterday afternoon I watched a wind sculpture whipping around until I thought it would take flight. This morning it is...
The dark night sky was studded with stars as I opened to the desert landscape of people’s souls. I was...