The Holy Seed

The seed, not doing work, not making something happen, falls into the ground of being. The seed allows 
the thin darkness to shield, the oxygen to pulse with a tempo of trust, a stream of water to move in and through. The seed, in its’ ground of being, receives the pouring of light, reaches beyond itself, grows from the center out. • The holy seed,not striving for status,not proving a point,is the ground of being. The holy seed allows the womb darkness to nurture, the human oxygen pulse with a tempo of trust, blood and water to move in and…

Making Room in the Darkness

You see, dear one There are mysteries you don’t understand, tragedies you don’t comprehend. I am the Mother who hovers and veils all my children with steady, beating love in times of darkness, with rolling waves of compassion in the waiting. I hold the sorrow of hearts and place them in the night sky, a remembrance of luster and ebony twirling together. I live within the container and beyond the container— vibrations of my voice heard even in the driest desert. Remember me? Blessed Mother Mother of Grace Mother of Strength Holy Mother Mother of Jesus Mother of You. I…

The Gift of the Invisible Instinct

I spy what lies before me — simple analog clock pesters me with kronos time – tick, tick, tick fading moon peeks airy consonance from behind a hazy, morning cloud hot teacup invites me to linger a bit longer before the groove of tasks press All a reminder of living, here, in this age of ancient future Yet, I’m most interested in the sensing of invisible ideas imaginative whimsy intuitive nudges This secluded insight takes form in the white space of silence, the unspoken sparkle of a fresh encounter, the dreams that leave an imprint upon waking. This cloaked vision…

The World Needs Your (love) Voice

You haven’t taken a vow of silence. But, you’ve believed there are certain things better left unsaid. When you’ve tried to champion the cause, spoken the alternate view, you’ve been met with resistance, or worse, disengagement. You don’t want to ruffle too many feathers, take a chance on not pleasing the listener. It’s only natural that you’ve wrapped your bruised voice in burlap and steel wire. You stick to the pallid pleasantries of life. (but) take notice. this is no time to remain silent. Those “certain things” you’ve believed are better left unsaid are the very words we need. The…

Storms, Love & Candy

The frenzy’s been real. You can feel the pulse of anxiety on the roads, in the stores, the preparation of a town awaiting the tremendous storm but, you know it isn’t IF the storm is coming, it’s simply a matter of when Sometimes a life storm catches us by surprise and we reel back in shock, in anger, in despair and, other times we have a heads up and we rip our hair out while we wait, becoming gatherers of supplies, worriers of the utmost. dear friend, Could it be that you and I are the ones called to be…