What is a prayer?

Today, in the United States of America, is our National Day of Prayer. Join me in prayer today, will you? What is a prayer? Is a prayer — spoken words formed from one’s lips? a single thought lifted high? a song in one’s heart? Or a deep silent cry? Does a prayer — float light as confetti? shoot fast as an arrow? wisp wily through the air? Or watch vigilant over all? Well… I can’t say what a prayer is or how it works. I do know you have a heart and I do too. You hold something close, something…

A Fresh Look at Rote (Rote) Prayer

rote. (rote). repetition. (repetition). I remember (remember) the days (days) of the same (same) weekly prayers (prayers) Hail Mary (Hail Mary) full of grace (grace)… Our Father (Father) who art in heaven (heaven)… I believe in God (God), the Father Almighty (Almighty)… I didn’t need to think (think) they poured out of me (me) as a continuation of my presence (presence) I spoke those words with reverence (reverence) I slurred them giggling (giggling) I rushed them with exit (exit) on my mind (mind) I mumbled them rolling my eyes (eyes) I wondered (wondered), “Isn’t there another way (way)?” When one…

Waking Up to the Risen Life.

As people who love Jesus, who desire 
to live into Christ consciousness as best as we humanly can, there comes a call after Easter to live into the risen life. Each year, I wonder, what does the risen life actually look like? Really. What does it look like fleshed out? LIVED. I mean, let’s be honest, if there is a risen life to be lived, I want to be living THAT life, not some dreary, woe is me life. I started to think about waking up to the risen life, a zesty existence that urges me to be fully me….

What Is Intentional Creativity?

Hi everyone, Today, I share a brief personal update about my next daring step… An invitation came to my inbox in October— One that had me at hello. It tugged at heartstrings, stayed on my mind, spoke to my spirit. It came from an artist I deeply admire, Shiloh Sophia, a woman whose work I’ve followed for quite some time. The summons was for the Color of Woman School, an online training (with optional travel). As I read slowly, these words caught my eye— global revolutionary education empowering women community vision quest raise up teachers live and teach creativity essential…

Utterly You-nique.

You. Little old you and me, little old me caught up in our similarities and sameness — both of us looking to find where our experiences match, what topics we agree on, how our perspectives align. Yet, have we forgotten? You and I, well, we are utterly unique! YOU-nique — as a dissolving wispy cloud lingering past high above, as an imprinted crystalline snowflake on a frozen window pane, as the unusual face of the next stranger noticed on our path. Have we forgotten? Each of us were given life as pure gift. Pure gift! None of us asked to…