Holy Gaze of Art

Today, I share with you an article I wrote for Columbia Theological Seminary, titled “The Holy Gaze of Art” The Holy Gaze of Art Have you ever let words fall away? I don’t mean a week long silent retreat or a time of quiet meditation in your day. Rather, have you ever placed books, articles, podcasts, news and teachings of others aside to deeply listen in to your personal wisdom for a stretch of time? As a lifelong lover of words and knowledge, I’m naturally a seeker of revelation. With anticipation, I can hardly wait for who the next revelation…

Tears of Healing

At the canvas,I stand as I am,present to the rising,in communion with Divine Love. Quiet pulses in my ears,sadness rolls down —a lost whisper emerges,trickles down my cheek.Wet faded memory. Why am I crying — again?My instinct is to berate myself,apologize for me being me,dismiss the emotion.Today, I choose different. I rest in the pause.Here, I find the voice of tears. They hum,“Feel me. See me.I am part of you.Why hide me? Why hold me in?If you wipe at me too quickly,you’ll never have access tothe blessing I bring. If others don’t welcome your tears,this is not your concern. Afterall,…

Color Your Hours

Dawn rises with a stroke of bubblegum pink,a blessing of beauty in the morn. Each minute of our dayholds possibility to honor what it brings. Each hour of our day is an invitation to sense the sacred. We only need to slow down and observe.You are invited to gaze into the eyes of the hours. With simple toolsmixed media paperpencilblack permanent markersome colorand a fleck of gold come along to create your personal prayer bookto honor the hours (based on the monastic practiceof praying the hours) This is a video classto participate with on your own timeframe.Week One opens this…

What is Real? (ramblings)

What is real? I don’t think it’s any secret.I search for the true.For too long, this truth I sought came from outside my body.I was trained to believe the experts.Those who study harder, know better and have the answers.They are above me — or so I believe.Blindly, I ingest their words as “what is real”. As a young mom, I sit in a doctor’s office. With trepidation, I admit I may be in a state of mild depression. The wise doctor looks at me and says, “No you don’t. I know depression and you don’t have it.” He babbles on….

Feast of Mary Magdalene (Legacy of Voice and Heart)

Today, I celebrate Mary Magdalene —and her story with Christ. She had an intimate friendship with Christwhose presence transformed her. Yet, her experience with Christ wasn’t believed: From Mark 16:1-20, Mary was the first to encounter the risen Christ,“Excitedly, Mary told them, “He’s alive and I’ve seen him!” But even after hearing this, they didn’t believe her.” From the Gospel of Mary Magdalene (page 17 v14-20)once Mary Madelene was given access to sacred knowledge from Christand she shared it with the other disciples, “And Peter added:How is it possible that the Teacher talkedin this manner, with a woman,about secrets of…