Color Your Hours

Dawn rises with a stroke of bubblegum pink,a blessing of beauty in the morn. Each minute of our dayholds possibility to honor what it brings. Each hour of our day is an invitation to sense the sacred. We only need to slow down and observe.You are invited to gaze into the eyes of the hours. With simple toolsmixed media paperpencilblack permanent markersome colorand a fleck of gold come along to create your personal prayer bookto honor the hours (based on the monastic practiceof praying the hours) This is a video classto participate with on your own timeframe.Week One opens this…

A Vigil of Love (complete.)

•Beloved, you hold me and whisper, “Be Loved.” I hear your words and hold them in my heart.• You set a spark within my soul. Your radiance shimmers the shadow spaces.• When I am thirsty, you rain abundance. When I am weak, you pour grace.• You weave a fresh tale of hope. A yarn that lifts the lost and lonely.An epic of peace and justice. I hear my story in your words.• You don’t give up on me. You trek alongside on sunny days and moonlit nights. Where others have walked away, you remain.• I find you under the quiet…

God is Space

“Light, space, zest—     that’s God! So, with him on my side I’m fearless,     afraid of no one and nothing.” Psalm 27:1 MSG inhale (Yah) exhale (weh) Do you feel it? Your lungs fill with air with space, the very breath of God inside you. Who was it who tried to squeeze the air from you, box you in with tape, 
ropes, and fear? Or — have you done it to yourself? Definition self /self/ 1. not worth taking up space 2. lowers voice to a whisper 3. vantage point, silent Slowly, you’ve shrunk into a wee size box, folded in…