The Sacred Within

Buffalo Clouds

Like the rumbling of bisons’ hooves, thunder excites us. Maybe today rain will satisfy our parched land. And whether or...

It was early morning, long before sunrise. Dark rainclouds capped the horizon. Up higher, spotty clouds kept me from seeing...

Night Eagle (Owl) wakes us up with a question, Who? Who are you? Some Native Americans consider Owl a harbinger...

How does Bluebird bring so much happy in the midst of trial? Even when life seems hopeless, he sings. Mountain...

Far down the trail a flower stands. I wonder if anyone else will see the bloom. Does the flower care...

Sky and earth circled around me, until they pared me to my essence. First, I stood beneath stars and then...

Our fiery trials create ash of us. Only then, can we rise with Phoenix. Often our development involves other people....

When we’ve domesticated Soul, and come to a season of quiet, we hear Essence calling. In the past we turned...

There are seasons of life when we have more to do vocationally than we can balance with our families, other...

I came out of my dark night of the soul, deeply rooted in joy. Also, I discovered a bluebird in...

For as long as I can remember, hollowed out sculptures have drawn me. I am not sure exactly why. Perhaps...

Like so many of us in the northern hemisphere, I was just beginning to engage in Spring’s activities, when the...