Winter
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
Javelina
Pretty little Javelina (Ha-ve-LEE-na) waltzed in, painted sky blue. She fooled me. With such a beautiful name, and dressed in the color of trust, I thought she would be gentle. Kin to Razorback, Javelina hurled her spear, penetrating through me, … Read More
Invitations to Life
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
Free Birds
I could hear the pounding of her feet on the sand as she ran through the desert. Soon she would take flight, rising with Spirit’s free birds, to brood over people, mired in their hopelessness. Despairing ones had forgotten how … Read More
Mirrored
I had completely caved to clichés. Was it a last-ditch effort, or did I, too, have an axe to grind? We mirrored each other, in ways we could have reduced to one yawning nutshell; life isn’t fair! Did we stop there? No, instead, we … Read More
Three of Me
At the time, I did not put much energy into interpreting the image; it was far too fun, watching the piece emerge. Later, the image articulated the joys and struggles of bringing the three of me together in authenticity. My … Read More
Safe Spaces
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
Womb-Like Cave
A nip in the air hints of winter’s call to hunker down and come back to True Self. We bundle up joys, disappointments, questions and certainties and take them into the womb-like cave where Bear invites us to still ourselves … Read More
The Invitation
I am not a psychologist; so initially, the invitation was to identify the dysfunctions in different work settings. Discerning how to handle each situation with the possible backlash came close behind. Compassionate communities are ideal environments for psychological parasites to … Read More
Opening to Trust
To sit with one, who no longer has a need to defend, is to sit with one who opens doors. He gives the knob a slight turn, and your find your heart, once again, opening to trust. It is as … Read More
Union; Part 4
She is a part of the rugged landscape. No longer do I turn away in dread, but instead, everyday I look for her face and its crevices, imagining her anguished cries. She tells me of drought and neglect through her … Read More
Union; Part 1
I asked Creation’s Bible, “What is the path to union with another?” The Russian olive tree propagated back with determined branches sprouting out in particular directions as if needing to reach a destination; while the Cottonwood’s fun-loving leaves replied, “Dance … Read More