The Sacred Within

Night Sky Mandorla

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...

Dance invitations, flitting around in the wind, greeted me as I walked outside. The heart shaped leaves of a cottonwood...

I have been making friends with the Russian olive tree on my Living Prayer Room patio. I admire the strength...

I asked Creation’s Bible, “What is the path to union with another?” The Russian olive tree propagated back with determined...

I shed another skin, casting off all that is tired, and become more myself than ever before. Though my life...

I go back and forth from aspirational words to expressive words. Aspirational words invite me to live into their truth....