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,…

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…

The Way to Thanks Giving

If… your festive season comes tinged with a lemon ache of — a unicorn hope that’ll never be, a shining light who’ll be missed at your table, a tribe who dons different stripes than yours, a ten-spiced, home cooked cranberry sauce when a simple, canned condiment is what you long for — (hold fast) This is where the spiral will fling you to the black forest in a blink (notice that?) It’s your heartbeat. speeding up. (do you hear her message?) She hums, “GO! — to your mat, your canvas, your trees — Slow down. take a breath. Allow silence…