Beginning with Goodness

You know, I used to see my sin first — the flaw of humanity running in my veins. Goodness lived in the next town over, (me) always traveling, never arriving. I used to view myself as a twisted ray of light with a deep urge to straighten out. If I studied hard enough and gave my time away, would it prove my value? and yes, I knew Jesus at the time and the story of how he cleans my slate and makes me shiny as a whistle but somehow, what this did, was allow me to claim grace for myself,…

Do You Want to Get Well?

Pondering based on John 5:1-14 Jesus asks, “Do you want to get well?” Curious question, is it not? I mean, Is there anyone who doesn’t desire to be well? I wonder. At first assumption, it seems everyone wants to be well. Yet, when I dwell with this question a bit, I can’t help but ask, Do I want wellness to come to me without having to do anything? Do I want a list of perfect steps to take me there? Do I deny there is any healing I need to do while allowing pride to point at the healing others…

Confessions to Imagination

Have you ever put your imagination on hold? Or, worse, ignored imagination completely? Here’s a poem of my Confessions to Imagination. Sending love and colorful waves your way!

The Power of Breath

A few months back, my friend Kristen and I went to a Transformational Breath workshop. Truthfully, I had no idea what we had signed up for, but I thought the guides may teach some good breathing techniques to help when life throws a curveball and since I love learning about new healing modalities, I was on board. The experience that day was astounding. I learned that we only use about 30% of our breath capacity on any given day. I learned that our breath has amazing power… much more than we realize. Through this particular breathing technique that we practiced,…

Am I an Artist?

She sat on the stone steps at twilight looked at the emerging moon. She spoke aloud the question she’d been carrying for some time, “What does it take to be an artist?” Does it take paintings in galleries with large, fancy openings? Is it a book announcing your name on a shimmery spine laid upon a bookshelf? Does it take the right amount of schooling with the perfect technique and style? Of course, what she was really asking is, “Am I an artist?” She realized that children never ask this question. They dare to believe themselves amazing artists and it…