The Sacred Within

Burden Basket

One of the Native American teachings I’ve come to appreciate most is the Burden Basket. When we reach down inside...

On one day we see a tortoise and stop to examine its detail. On another, we walk into the beauty...

With two recent snows, it was hard to realize how quickly summer was approaching. My loving other and I were...

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...

Water lapped over my feet as I walked the ocean’s shore. Were waves simply complying with the natural order or...

I breathed a prayer over our land, “How can I best be here, in the desert, with people more native...

Standing between seasons of my faith, I was flanked by surety and the unknown, when Memory Keeper appeared. Clearly he...

I cannot remember a time when I did not love Jesus. I grew up in a Southern Baptist church that...

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...