Tears of Healing

At the canvas,I stand as I am,present to the rising,in communion with Divine Love. Quiet pulses in my ears,sadness rolls down —a lost whisper emerges,trickles down my cheek.Wet faded memory. Why am I crying — again?My instinct is to berate myself,apologize for me being me,dismiss the emotion.Today, I choose different. I rest in the pause.Here, I find the voice of tears. They hum,“Feel me. See me.I am part of you.Why hide me? Why hold me in?If you wipe at me too quickly,you’ll never have access tothe blessing I bring. If others don’t welcome your tears,this is not your concern. Afterall,…

A Dream of Her Own

Dear friends, May you have a blessed celebration as one year ends and another begins. Today, I’m sharing a painting and two poems with you. This painting began almost two years ago when I made the decision to move to the outer rim of the church after spending many years in leadership roles. This transition has been very difficult for me over the last two years and intentional painting has been a huge medicine that has helped me with my grief. Naturally, as the painting (and I) evolved, several poems were written as the painting shifted form. Recently, I realized…

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…

Can Arts Illuminate Theology?

Can arts illuminate theology? Is this allowed? Permissible? Five-hundred years ago, Reformation birthed, the visual became idolatry. Churches newly formed, saying, “No,” to statues, “No,” to imagery, “No,” to the senses, Only the Word. The Word. Word. How I grieve for the turned backs, the opportunity for enrichment, the opening for all arts to be a window to God. How I grieve for the lost chance to welcome gifts of creativity into church spaces to splash God-given talent beyond its’ borders. How I grieve an auditory holy story told in community for fifteen hundred years flattening the Alpha and Omega…