My Gardening Stick
From time to time, my gardening stick reminds me to look through the broader lens of God’s love, respecting the...
From time to time, my gardening stick reminds me to look through the broader lens of God’s love, respecting the...
As I abide with Infinite Love and my discernment stick, the Knowing eye sees beyond what is obvious. In those...
Knowing that the Sacred is not restricted by time or place, I enjoy time travel on occasion. My wisdom stick prompts...
I didn’t see any way around it. To love others as myself, I had to let the differing voices inside...
I would have loved a ritual stick while navigating my way through the dark night of the soul. I spent...
The spring winds are fierce this morning, so I am opting to hike metaphorically. With closed eyes, I grab the...
In my collection of images of the mandorla, the ladder that I follow down is my mandorla of acceptance. It...
Another one of my images of the mandorla includes a ladder. This time, the ladder horizontally bridges the gap between...
So many images of the mandorla come to mind when I wander around in the almond shape. One image presents...
Sadness quietly crept into my life and changed everything. She had visited me before, but this time was different, because...
Listen to Silent Night and read Revelation 12. With each passing Christmas, I find myself befriending Mary with a deeper sense...
To sit with one, who no longer has a need to defend, is to sit with one who opens doors....