A blend of ash and oilsmudged upon my forehead.This mark.Not one of mourning,nor for the mortality of suffering —but rather,to honor the dust of our livesas atoms of transformationthat hover in the wakeof our becoming. Divine breath speaks,“Let there be light.”And, there IS.Here —I am sparked. Lit anewto walk the road,shed outgrown skin,claim holy desires that reside within,walk toward the resurrectionof Christlikeness only I can bring to the world. Today, I am marked to live fully. And, it is good.Very good.
“I am holy made.” Let your innate sacredness be the mantra you speak to yourself this day. Let it lead you to see the holiness of others.
Rhythm of Solitude & Community
A poem about the rhythm of solitude and community.
Creativity as a Catalyst of Healing
Sharing an article I wrote for Columbia Theological Seminary entitled, ‘Creativity as a Catalyst of Healing’ that explores the “I’m not creative” belief that many people claim. A few years ago, I completed work at CTS in Spiritual Formation. When I began, I didn’t even know what Spiritual Formation was. When I completed the work, I wondered how I’d survived so long without it (the formation and practices). The Spiritual Formation work truly transformed the way I experienced day to day living and had me asking hard questions about the faith I’d lived for so long. I connected back with…
Christ’s Love Is the Gift
Merry Christmas. May you always remember the love Christ has for you.