Walk into the Beauty
On one day we see a tortoise and stop to examine its detail. On another, we walk into the beauty...
On one day we see a tortoise and stop to examine its detail. On another, we walk into the beauty...
I put one hand on my heart, the other, on top of the mesa. Lying on Mother Earth, I wondered...
If waves of day-to-day reality are not crashing in on us, the tide is surely lapping over our feet. Weaving...
On Thanksgiving Day, we looked out at creation’s vastness from the mesa at Puyé Dwellings. Before long, our Native American...
At the time, I did not put much energy into interpreting the image; it was far too fun, watching the...
Impossible! What can we do when we find ourselves in relationships that are intolerable? I needed an epiphany! When I...
When I think of safe spaces, I begin by thinking back to adolescence, the year that our guest preacher was...
A nip in the air hints of winter’s call to hunker down and come back to True Self. We bundle...
I enjoyed her mournful coos, until Dove’s songs climaxed to a daily incessant fuss. How did this gentle creature become so...
For years this painting hung in my studio. It represented time between, Jesus feeding the five thousand and his walking...
The moment Discernment creates a parting of the fog; I pull out my barometer and begin looking for signposts. Discernment...
Thus far, messengers of Quiet have summoned me to come down beneath the surface for extended solitude, three times. Though...