The Sacred Within

My Freedom Stick

Often, Discernment comes as a negative and one day, I grabbed it as inspiration for my freedom stick. Images hold...

As I abide with Infinite Love and my discernment stick, the Knowing eye sees beyond what is obvious. In those...

Knowing that the Sacred is not restricted by time or place, I enjoy time travel on occasion. My wisdom stick prompts...

I didn’t see any way around it. To love others as myself, I had to let the differing voices inside...

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...

Having finished my creation stick, I stepped out for a prayer walk through Creation’s Bible. I rarely complete the art...

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...

Another one of my images of the mandorla includes a ladder. This time, the ladder horizontally bridges the gap between...

So many images of the mandorla come to mind when I wander around in the almond shape. One image presents...

On the night that Spirit shushed me, I quietly looked out at my prayers. There they were in the dark...