The Sacred Within

Butterfly

I looked at the flower paintings, and gasped. Observing more closely I could not find one butterfly flirting with the...

I can still pull up a twinge of the anger I felt on that summer day, back in the 60’s....

What are some of your favorite songs? A babbling brook, wind rustling through tree leaves. Yes, but your favorite songs...

Wholeness nudges us to widen our pretentious boundaries, and also to let go. As we become more compassionate and give...

Shhh! Wait and see which way the cat jumps. In positions such as Spiritual Director, Psychotherapist or Clergy, keeping confidences,...

Through the fog, Ancients emerged, holding orbs of light. Minutes before, I prayerfully asked, “Why do people seek attention, while...

The ranger warned us about getting too close. In spite of our intention to heed his words, we rounded a...

I love winter, and Snow! I can almost hear the clicking keys, delete, delete, delete. Because I have never lived...

It was spring. By winter a big smile graced my face. I could no longer hear the condescending words and...

What a weasel! If we’ve not said the words out loud, most likely, we have thought them, a time or...

Summer’s electricity jolts us forward. There, Moose bellows out a melancholy sound through fall’s vibrant colors, inviting us into winter...