Yielding to Love
My sense was that she had voted for the other candidate. All I knew for sure, was that I listened...
My sense was that she had voted for the other candidate. All I knew for sure, was that I listened...
Ravens fed Elijah, when he needed desert time with God. Spirit Raven fed me when I needed a fresh Knowing....
Raven all but sat on my head, looked me in the eye and said, let it die. Ravens signify death and...
It was quite the processional, a moment that I could spend years trying to interpret. Instead, I decided to let...
Rather than a steeple pointing up to God, this community worshiped under a dome, suggesting full of God. I walked...
If I had covered my ears to shut out pain’s noisy voice, I would have missed hearing Spirit’s whisper, her...
While in the throes of leadership, I found it necessary to make decisions, judgments if you will. I had to...
From time to time, my gardening stick reminds me to look through the broader lens of God’s love, respecting the...
This gnarly stick is like an old friend, reminding me that I am fully alive when I empty, receive and...
I would have loved a ritual stick while navigating my way through the dark night of the soul. I spent...
Another one of my images of the mandorla includes a ladder. This time, the ladder horizontally bridges the gap between...
On the night that Spirit shushed me, I quietly looked out at my prayers. There they were in the dark...