
My Gardening Stick
From time to time, my gardening stick reminds me to look through the broader lens of God’s love, respecting the...
From time to time, my gardening stick reminds me to look through the broader lens of God’s love, respecting the...
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...