Winter
It was spring. By winter a big smile graced my face. I could no longer hear the condescending words and...
Posts about Dark Night
Free Birds
I could hear the pounding of her feet on the sand as she ran through the desert. Soon she would...
The Word
I cannot remember a time when I did not love Jesus. I grew up in a Southern Baptist church that...
Paper-Thin Places
Quiet is rare. When we have a modicum of quiet, our minds get busy and the voices, we would rather...
Spirit’s Loving Flow
Thus far, messengers of Quiet have summoned me to come down beneath the surface for extended solitude, three times. Though...
Freeing the Mermaids
I could have blamed the limes and avocados that I had ingested the night before. Instead, I gave consideration to...
Sacred Light
I was in a different place and yet found myself choosing among the same three paths that intersected in front...
Illuminated Calm
If I had covered my ears to shut out pain’s noisy voice, I would have missed hearing Spirit’s whisper, her...
My Gardening Stick
From time to time, my gardening stick reminds me to look through the broader lens of God’s love, respecting the...
My Discernment Stick
As I abide with Infinite Love and my discernment stick, the Knowing eye sees beyond what is obvious. In those...
My Ritual Stick
I would have loved a ritual stick while navigating my way through the dark night of the soul. I spent...
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...