Community.

Friends, Thank you for indulging me this month and giving me permission to lift up the sacred feminine. This feels as if it is only the beginning. To end the month-long series, I leave you with this painting and thought below. It’s in community where we see one another’s eyes, hear a friend’s pain, listen to each other’s stories. We are called to notice a sacred thread running through all. We are asked to acknowledge our connection. We are sisters finding our voice, taking our space, following the wild edge. When we meet along the road, may our gaze meet…

She Wisdom

In the book of Proverbs, Wisdom takes shape as a woman. She doesn’t slink back into dark corners keeping her opinion to herself. No, she uses her wild voice and calls aloud to those on the street. She finds the place where paths meet and stands taller, stronger. She takes her space. She is a tree of life, ripe with fruit for those who seek her.  She is a keeper of the flame, a light for all. Her mouth speaks truth and liberation. She makes clear her feminine ways were birthed by God before the oceans were in place. She…

Still I Rise

Today, I celebrate Maya Angelou. I am by no means an expert on Angelou. But, sometimes, you read something from a writer that so deeply resonates, the words remain inside you. For me, this is my story with Maya. I haven’t read I Know Why the Caged Bird Sings. I haven’t read Letter to My Daughter. Rather, I was first introduced to Angelou through a poem she wrote entitled, Touched By an Angel. Her written words were exquisite and beautiful. Not long after, I read a few lines of her poem Still I Rise in the book, The Dance of…

Keeper of the Flame

She— keeper of the flame, torch bearer, love receiver. She— holds the light, tender. A gift given freely, with love. Shadows fall, night comes again. Still, an ember glows. She is tasked to share the light abundantly. Often, she is a mirror, reflecting what she receives. The flame doesn’t scold her, simply keeps gleaming, a constant. As she gazes intent, the light flickers, invites: “Come, dance with me!” She lets her hair flow down, dances, sings 
with abandon. Passion engulfs her. Her voice laughs, energized, her breath blows the blaze, sparks another. She — launcher of the flame, torch sharer,…

The Gift of Anne

This month, I’m celebrating the feminine. I’m taking a look at a few women who’ve changed the course of history with their art, writing and voice. I plan to feature the footprint these women have left behind. By looking at the gift they’ve left, may it inspire you to consider what type of gift you will leave for others. Anne Frank is the first woman I want to shine a light upon. I love Anne. I read her diary when I was a teenager and was taken with her bravery, truth and hope in light of the German occupation which…