Open to Possibility

Look at your toes.They are thereto take you acrossthe limen, the silentthreshold that urgesyou into the mist of childlike wonder. Do you see the waythe hawk glides through the blue expanse,keen to her senses,swoops down tograb her feast,trusts she will findwhat she needs? What about you?Do you doubt your senses*? (why?) You too, have intuition,a knowingthat guides yourinner drum.Lean in, listen.Touch the heartof the Spirit. As your finger tremblesto reach her reverent truth,don’t be blinded whenbeams of goldpour upon you. Instead,open yourself to possibility —this gold is for you,a shine that fallsupon your crown,and movesinto the starlit dusk around you,…

Winter Poem

There,mother tree’swinter branches,her bare desolationin brisk air. She, a reminderof strengthin hard times, neitherafraid or ashamedof her raw nature. Her branches aren’t coiled around her trunk;they remain opento let death fly awaywith ease. As the last dry leaf shivers,she allows the wind to takelast year’s resolve. Soon enough,a bird comes to restin her unfurled arms,a feathered heartbeatgrasping at stark vulnerability. She reminds mewhat I need to hear this day:unadorned beautyis needed in the world.New life is around the corner. I am not alone. ONLINE BOOK CLUB ANNOUNCEMENT! Beautiful Women: From the very comfort of your own home, you are invited…

A Dream of Her Own

Dear friends, May you have a blessed celebration as one year ends and another begins. Today, I’m sharing a painting and two poems with you. This painting began almost two years ago when I made the decision to move to the outer rim of the church after spending many years in leadership roles. This transition has been very difficult for me over the last two years and intentional painting has been a huge medicine that has helped me with my grief. Naturally, as the painting (and I) evolved, several poems were written as the painting shifted form. Recently, I realized…

A Peaceful Revolution

Side by side, we sing a heartfelt “Let there be peace on earth and let it begin with me” as insides stir with anxiety, our spoken words, curt. Living peace is a challenge. We desire the golden ticket placed gently in our hands:“Do this, then do this, then this, and you will live a life of peace.” We all know this isn’t the way it goes down. I went to a sweet, mid-week church service not long ago and a couple was joyful to announce their “good deed” completed for those in attendance. When it came time for giving the…