Announcing Colorful Me Sanctuary

During my time of working closely with women to enhance colorful verve and beautiful authenticity, questions have nudged me to engage their curiosity: What would it be like for those who desire to explore the sacred feminine to have a soulful haven to return to again and again for creative nourishment? Is there a way to make this nourishment sustainable so it doesn’t overwhelm, but fills your cup to enhance the rest of your living? Can a community be formed that offers support and witness to the depth of soulful, creative nourishment? •Colorful Me Sanctuary  is an online haven dedicated…

Visual Prayer: I Saw the Sign

Look beyond the obvious,under river rocks andbetween grass blades — You will see thatflames are in figures,figures in the flames. This visual prayer was created using the Prayer Squares creative practice. Prayer Squares are designed as a bite-size creative practice to lead you to surprise, delight and vision in your prayer life. Find out more about the Prayer Squares practice HERE. PAINT YOUR BLOOMIN’ MUSE ONLINE MINI PAINT RETREATTUESDAY • MAY 17th at 10:30 am (EASTERN) ORWEDNESDAY • MAY 18 at 6:30 pm (EASTERN) What is the color of YOUR soulful bloom? See how an intentional time with paint and…

Visual Prayer of Sticky Love (with the “other”)

Sticky Love with “the other” refers to loving those who challenge our values, our perspectives, our beliefs. Sticky love is messy. It can include misunderstanding and heartache with those we care about.Let this visual prayer reveal something fresh and delightful for our gummy situations: When awkward love comes,lean in, listen, open hands —be present to layers (of story). This visual prayer was created using the Prayer Squares creative practice. Prayer Squares are designed as a bite-size creative practice to lead you to surprise, delight and vision in your prayer life. Join me this year to create one Prayer Square per…

Of the Earth

She woke up one dayand decided she mattered.On this very day,she chose to love herself.She bent her ear to thestill, small seed within herrather than the voices whopromised a plan for her life.Her fingers reached deepinto cosmic starry pocketsand took hold of the medicinethat belonged to her.She tossedthis unique sprinkle of balmwherever she went —and before long,a garden grewall around her.Flowers of ideaskept arising.Tell me,what could she do other thancut flowers and share themwith friends? Nowadays,she returns and tendsto the spiral love within her.She regularly catchessight of the gardenerwho whispers her name and speaks,“Keep going. I am with you.”She does…