Wearer of the Crown (That’s You)

  Hey. Pssst. You. Wearer of the crown— Who, ME? Yes, you. No, no, no. You must be mistaken. I don’t wear a crown. Sure, you do. I see it. Are you looking at me? (laughs) Yup, yup. Sure am. Your crown is beautiful. Very intricate. Well (pause) What does it look like? Oh, honey. Sure is splendid. Looks like hundreds of owl feathers waving high, pearls from the depths of the ocean placed with precision, flecks of gold woven with mighty care. And, oh my! I spot a unicorn hair. Why can’t I see my crown? Ahhh… remember that…

The Gift of the Invisible Instinct

I spy what lies before me — simple analog clock pesters me with kronos time – tick, tick, tick fading moon peeks airy consonance from behind a hazy, morning cloud hot teacup invites me to linger a bit longer before the groove of tasks press All a reminder of living, here, in this age of ancient future Yet, I’m most interested in the sensing of invisible ideas imaginative whimsy intuitive nudges This secluded insight takes form in the white space of silence, the unspoken sparkle of a fresh encounter, the dreams that leave an imprint upon waking. This cloaked vision…

The World Needs Your (love) Voice

You haven’t taken a vow of silence. But, you’ve believed there are certain things better left unsaid. When you’ve tried to champion the cause, spoken the alternate view, you’ve been met with resistance, or worse, disengagement. You don’t want to ruffle too many feathers, take a chance on not pleasing the listener. It’s only natural that you’ve wrapped your bruised voice in burlap and steel wire. You stick to the pallid pleasantries of life. (but) take notice. this is no time to remain silent. Those “certain things” you’ve believed are better left unsaid are the very words we need. The…

Storms, Love & Candy

The frenzy’s been real. You can feel the pulse of anxiety on the roads, in the stores, the preparation of a town awaiting the tremendous storm but, you know it isn’t IF the storm is coming, it’s simply a matter of when Sometimes a life storm catches us by surprise and we reel back in shock, in anger, in despair and, other times we have a heads up and we rip our hair out while we wait, becoming gatherers of supplies, worriers of the utmost. dear friend, Could it be that you and I are the ones called to be…

You’ve Got the Power

Here I am breath held exhale weak halt of flow without awareness I zip up shrink back suck in Do you? ember out quiet down lay low fade to invisible [shallow breath] finger snap spark twinkle glow rays of light awaken my vigilance The practice of flow is minded Air within heaves beautiful rhythm (now) I witness the promise of God’s breath, the very strength of holy dwelling within With intention, I open myself draw in long and slow inhale power Will you? expand yourself feel the source exhale love abundantly given [bottomless breath] you and I connected to divine…