The Sacred Within

The Veil

When the world is wound in a drama that does want to quit, I am more open to some of...

A nip in the air hints of winter’s call to hunker down and come back to True Self. We bundle...

She invited me to go with her. And when we had plummeted the depths, Whale and I surfaced to breathe....

We had hiked the dusty path several times, but on this particular day there were puddles from recent rains, puddles...

I enjoyed her mournful coos, until Dove’s songs climaxed to a daily incessant fuss. How did this gentle creature become so...

Several times on my journey, I have looked out in the expanse of Creation’s Bible to see a silhouette of...

Like snakes detecting vibrations on the earth’s surface, we can refine our discernment by being attentive to sacred subtleties. Considering new...

“Ask the animals.” When Job was unable to hear anything that rang true to what he already knew deep within,...

Clouds floated by like swans on a calm pond. One was bottom-side up and another, upright. Swan-clouds voiced their secret...

For years this painting hung in my studio. It represented time between, Jesus feeding the five thousand and his walking...

I was back in 1959 wound as tight as the top I sent spinning on Christmas morning. In a flash,...

It felt like the breath of God. A pair of ravens flew toward the arroyo. One dipped down and flew...