Open Hands, Beloved

Dear one, I see you with your hands clenched tight, eyes twisted in agony, the divine squeezed to the 
size of a mustard seed, nearly unable to breathe, knotted up in past confusion and future uncertainty. You, holding tight to the reigns of control, to they way things should be, oughta be. But, dear one (and I say this gently, with love) — nothing can ever, (ever) be received or 
given with hands shut. So then, beloved, feel the mustard seed of divinity in your hands? The golden bit of goodness flowing through your being? This is the warmth of…

Stay Alert: The Reptilian Brain Lurks

Stay alert this All Hallow’s Eve for what lurks in secret places. Critters and creatures march in the dark, coming for their sweets. But another contemptuous one lies in wait to warn us of what ifs. I tell you, keep watch for the reptilian brain — This one, dressed as an ancient warrior armed and ready to fight. This one, dressed as an Olympic sprinter, winged shoes on ready to flee. This one, who lies deep within us, anticipates its’ parade of dominion. This, the brain who hungers for more— letting lust lure, not sated by a spreadable feast, but…