Breath of God
It felt like the breath of God. A pair of ravens flew toward the arroyo. One dipped down and flew...
Posts about Union
Almond’s Gift
The mandorla provides sanctuary for what feels torn apart. When it is difficult to see the commonality between heaven and...
Come Home
The pool was as deep and wide as Love stood. Through the gurgling, I could hear True Self calling out...
Spaces
I have grown to love all that spaces offer. They provide a pause, so that friends can remain friends, while...
Remnants
Forget my dream? It was too late. I could not un-see what I had seen. Besides, not only had I written...
A Fresh Knowing
Ravens fed Elijah, when he needed desert time with God. Spirit Raven fed me when I needed a fresh Knowing....
Illuminated Calm
If I had covered my ears to shut out pain’s noisy voice, I would have missed hearing Spirit’s whisper, her...
My Gardening Stick
From time to time, my gardening stick reminds me to look through the broader lens of God’s love, respecting the...
My Imagination Stick
The spring winds are fierce this morning, so I am opting to hike metaphorically. With closed eyes, I grab the...
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...
Images of the Mandorla 1
So many images of the mandorla come to mind when I wander around in the almond shape. One image presents...
Prayer-Filled Opening
On the night that Spirit shushed me, I quietly looked out at my prayers. There they were in the dark...