Playful Prayer

It was early morning, long before sunrise. Dark rainclouds capped the horizon. Up higher, spotty clouds kept me from seeing a night sky full of stars. I felt drawn to playful prayer. I prayed, imagining the clouds as people’s fear, … Read More

Night Eagle

Night Eagle (Owl) wakes us up with a question, Who? Who are you? Some Native Americans consider Owl a harbinger of death. Many cultures see Owl as a symbol for wisdom. On occasion, Night Eagle has come to me as … Read More

Bluebird

How does Bluebird bring so much happy in the midst of trial? Even when life seems hopeless, he sings. Mountain Bluebird was one of several forms that Spirit took that day. We had miles to drive before reaching the trailhead … Read More

At the Pleasure

Far down the trail a flower stands. I wonder if anyone else will see the bloom. Does the flower care or simply serve at the pleasure of this grand universe? Every day I see plants and animals being who they … Read More

Pared

Sky and earth circled around me, until they pared me to my essence. First, I stood beneath stars and then sand until canopy and floor whirled themselves into one. Without any adornment, I dove into a sea of sky and … Read More

Phoenix

Our fiery trials create ash of us. Only then, can we rise with Phoenix. Often our development involves other people. They are part of our transformation, just as we are a part of theirs. For everything there is a season. … Read More

Metamorphosis

When we’ve domesticated Soul, and come to a season of quiet, we hear Essence calling. In the past we turned to outer authorities, and whipped our lives into shape. Now, we trust Chrysalis for a personal metamorphosis. We wonder. What … Read More

A Long Pause

There are seasons of life when we have more to do vocationally than we can balance with our families, other responsibilities and interests. Then, we come to a long pause. Often, it is one extreme or the other. First, our … Read More

Happy

I came out of my dark night of the soul, deeply rooted in joy. Also, I discovered a bluebird in my heart, with a gift of happy. Though the rich void was never far from me, I was lighter in … Read More

Possibility

For as long as I can remember, hollowed out sculptures have drawn me. I am not sure exactly why. Perhaps because they are empty, they hold worlds of possibility. The void allows for creative brooding and as imperative as living … Read More

Close to Home

Like so many of us in the northern hemisphere, I was just beginning to engage in Spring’s activities, when the coronavirus forced me to stay close to home. As I live through the paradox of devastation and gift, I consider … Read More

Zonkey

I remember the first time I saw donkeys dyed to look like zebras. For a long time, Zonkey was my image of persona.  Why did we give Donkey fake stripes? Was it because we domesticated the spunk out of Wild … Read More