The Sacred Within

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...

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...

Sadness quietly crept into my life and changed everything. She had visited me before, but this time was different, because...

Black or white. I grew up in the South in the 60’s, so I know a thing or two about...

Listen to Silent Night and read Revelation 12. With each passing Christmas, I find myself befriending Mary with a deeper sense...

Some of the saddest stories that I habitually hear aging adults voice, rise from two themes, blame and denial. These...

To sit with one, who no longer has a need to defend, is to sit with one who opens doors....

Just as if I had been sitting with a directee in spiritual direction, I honored myself with deep listening. I...

I was content being rooted in red, while seeing blue and yellow as separate, other than. But blue kept inviting...

She is a part of the rugged landscape. No longer do I turn away in dread, but instead, everyday I...