What is Real? (ramblings)

What is real? I don’t think it’s any secret.I search for the true.For too long, this truth I sought came from outside my body.I was trained to believe the experts.Those who study harder, know better and have the answers.They are above me — or so I believe.Blindly, I ingest their words as “what is real”. As a young mom, I sit in a doctor’s office. With trepidation, I admit I may be in a state of mild depression. The wise doctor looks at me and says, “No you don’t. I know depression and you don’t have it.” He babbles on….

A Prescription for “Just So”

Who is “Just So” and WHY does she matter? Well, let me tell you — “Just So” is a little tight, a constrained sorta dame.She has a tendency to be wary of anything TOO colorful. “Just So” saunters in to say, “My oh my, sure is dirty in this house. Gotta get your cleaning done before you can create.” “Just So” splits work from fun:“Work and pleasure cannot be had together. And THAT’S the end of the discussion.” “Just So” takes charge of the destination rather than to enjoy the flow of the river:“I’ve got the map and first aid…

From Idea to Form: Activate Care & Creation

How does one move something from theory to reality? How does one take an idea and turn it into form? How does one not only “think” about change but live into change? How does one take intellectual knowledge heard in sermons, podcasts, books, etc — and move beyond mere conversations of these “great thoughts” into REAL, tangible action? While the world blusters about popular culture and success, how does one honor their INTERIOR knowing and ACT on personal gnosis? These two words have the opportunity to cause good change for our lives:CARE and CREATE Do you ever catch yourself or…

Sacred Treasure

I have heardthere is goldbeyondthe dollar,a treasure where deep joy abidesdespite the desperate web of storiesspun to seize. I am toldto seek thisfleck of honeypast the irate voiceswho squawk from one channelof persuasion andwiden my scopeto the holy court where wholeness and grace residesfor all. I learnthis wealthisn’t found inunbendable beliefof the left or right,rather is coaxedfrom betweenmy tears asI sway gentlyto see all anglesof the firm structuresin place. There, at the slim pocket offorty-two degrees,in the region of the heart,a rainbow ribbonof organic delightis glimpsed.Her eyes catch minewith a gaze of love;she reassures“I am here with you.” I breathe…

Her Power Returned (Day by Day)

Her power returned to her the day she chose to place the stapler down from the boxy bulletin boardto move beyond the edges whereher creative savvy flew free. Her power returned to her the day she resigned from beating herself upfor “brokenness,” all she “isn’t” —to embrace the goodness and sacred beauty of all she is. Her power returned to her the day she traded cultural normsthat kept her quiet, small and politefor her inner wisdom which told her to move toward becoming. Her power returned to her the day she laid down the ingrained pattern to serve everyone before…