Into the Midnight Hour

An offering of art & word for this election day. I follow the thread of my heart — into the midnight hour,where questions churnand worries knock And there,I am greetedby a warm wind (I’m not quite surewhere it’s come from,or where it’s headed) Yet, it hums a message of loveinto my being, where mercy flows for all people andcompassion is given room at the table. I receive this lightlike a thirsty traveler, lapping in the luxuryof water and Spirit. After all this time, I see,the truth is LOVE, and it is for MEand for YOU Here, I am changed —as…

Visual Prayers of Sacred Space

A Prayer for the Ground I Stand UponRoot yourself in Love,Receive Divine grace freely,Share along the path. A Poem Prayer of Sacred HearthMy BE-ing is a sacred hearth.In the soft space of my center,I grow a sunflower as I reflect upon Ukraine.Invisible seeds of prayer are sent.I mourn.I hate war. and weapons. and misused power. since forever.I will never understand the decimation of others for gain.Christ, be with us.Amen. A Prayer Received from the Trees Outside my Window. Let the light come through,Your colors shimmer and bounce,Lean with the wind.

Let Beauty Nap in Your Lap

I hear you. You are tired. Worn out from this and that, a dire need for vibrancy Today, I urge you with this simple task: let beauty nap in your lap I know, I know you are quite busy with big plans, talkfests, running to and fro, but if you take a stand to sit, If you take a stand to be IF you take a stand to still and allow the wings of a pigeon dove to shield you with mercy, well then You may find yourself falling in love with the insignificant You may find yourself dreaming something…

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,…

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…