Burst Into You.

Dear friends, This is the time of year I take a few weeks off to recharge my art and poetry soul. It’s my summertime Sabbath for the next few weeks. I’ll be back the 2nd or 3rd week in August with new offerings. As always, thank you for your readership and engagement. Much love, Ally “If you cling to your life, you will lose it, and if you let your life go, you will save it.” Luke 17:33 NLT There is nothing more I desire than for you to burst into yourself. into who you are. I hear you talk…

Am I an Artist?

She sat on the stone steps at twilight looked at the emerging moon. She spoke aloud the question she’d been carrying for some time, “What does it take to be an artist?” Does it take paintings in galleries with large, fancy openings? Is it a book announcing your name on a shimmery spine laid upon a bookshelf? Does it take the right amount of schooling with the perfect technique and style? Of course, what she was really asking is, “Am I an artist?” She realized that children never ask this question. They dare to believe themselves amazing artists and it…

While You Wait

You, girl of the ocean, swimmer of the sea, washed up ashore displaced amid her honesty. And, now — you, the ever curious one, wonder, 
“What do I do while I wait?” Well, dear one, as the dry air rushes past, nearly knocking you down, let the tears fall and nourish what you hold. You, holder of life, keeper of the flame, bearer of sparks, whatever you do — don’t rush it. Really. Allow the space of emptiness hold you. Listen. Hear that? A lullaby from your inner Spirit whooshing you to sleep— dreams and visions laid on your heart….

Nurturing the (Soul, soul)

Often, we attempt to nurture the self. But, the self isn’t the same as the soul. I’ve been considering this quite a bit lately. Here is a poem that arose from from my reflections. Soul, soul. I hadn’t seen her in some time, as she loved her secret space. When she peaked her presence, I delighted. In short order, I took control of her needs. I bought her a Starbucks latte and a new red handbag, but she didn’t seem impressed. I fed her fancy chocolates and poured her a glass of wine. She smiled a bit, but still, something…

She and Her Glitter (A Valentine’s Tale)

Today is Ash Wednesday. A beautiful day in the liturgical church calendar to reflect upon our mortality and the promised resurrection of life lived with Christ. As my faith journey continues, I regularly experience little “deaths” and opportunities for little “resurrections” with the Living Christ among us. May you experience a rich season of Lent to reflect upon what Christ’s life and death mean for you. Next week, I’ll begin a weekly offering of Lent through the monastic practice of seven daily pauses. Today, I offer you a Valentine’s tale. Can you find Christ in the midst? Once upon a…