Curator of My Space

I am the curator of my hidden space.The revelations come as a trickle, a wink —a river of stars while I dream.Ideas are heldin the secrecy of growth,near the fruit of the womb,under the cloak of becoming. While I carry hiddenness,I no longer hide me.I’ve taken off the gray cloak of doom.Vibrancy is my outfit of choice.Even as I glow —My antennae explore the room for discernment.What is necessary to share, to refrain from speaking?With this inquiry,I become the curator of my open space. Sensitivity to myself and others is a gift I hold.I do my best to meet others…

Rest Your Neighbor (As Yourself)

“Observe the Sabbath day, to keep it holy. Work six days and do everything you need to do. But the seventh day is a Sabbath to God, your God. Don’t do any work—not you, nor your son, nor your daughter, nor your servant, nor your maid, nor your animals, not even the foreign guest visiting in your town. For in six days God made Heaven, Earth, and sea, and everything in them; he rested on the seventh day. Therefore God blessed the Sabbath day; he set it apart as a holy day.” – Exodus 20:8-11 MSG No, we aren’t in…

A Cure For Existing on Fumes

“For in six days God made Heaven, Earth, and sea, and everything in them; he rested on the seventh day. Therefore God blessed the Sabbath day; he set it apart as a holy day.” Exodus 20:9-11 MSG “And maybe that it is what the Sabbath is meant to do for us: Six days a week we wrestle with the world, wringing profit from the earth; on the Sabbath we especially care for the seed of eternity planted in the soul. The world has our hands, but our soul belongs to Someone else.” – Abraham Heschel, The Sabbath Yes, friend. Go…

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…