Illuminated Calm
If I had covered my ears to shut out pain’s noisy voice, I would have missed hearing Spirit’s whisper, her...
If I had covered my ears to shut out pain’s noisy voice, I would have missed hearing Spirit’s whisper, her...
While in the throes of leadership, I found it necessary to make decisions, judgments if you will. I had to...
From time to time, my gardening stick reminds me to look through the broader lens of God’s love, respecting the...
This gnarly stick is like an old friend, reminding me that I am fully alive when I empty, receive and...
I would have loved a ritual stick while navigating my way through the dark night of the soul. I spent...
Another one of my images of the mandorla includes a ladder. This time, the ladder horizontally bridges the gap between...
On the night that Spirit shushed me, I quietly looked out at my prayers. There they were in the dark...