Ordained

Dwelling on much today as I celebrate my son who turns thirteen on this International Day of Women. What a gift to be his mom and I hope I can live into this poem to pass on the torch of justice, wholeness and Divine Love to him and his brother.

Mid-Day Peace (A Lenten Pause)

This season of Lent, I am focusing on the monastic practice of seven daily pauses. Each week, I offer you a poem and piece of gradually changing art for each pause. Last week, we rested at the Blessing Hour (9am). This week, we break at Noon, the Hour of Illumination. A wonderful book greatly aiding me through this series is Seven Sacred Pauses by Macrina Wiederkehr. We’ve reached the noon hour. There’s no turning back. The cool, dark shadows are gone, a ribbon of sun stream at its’ peak, Yes, look close— a white energetic glow falls over all the…

We, the Creators (A Pledge For Your Creative Soul)

I, (fill in your name), a creator, made in the image of the Great Creator, hereby pledge not to live life as 
a humdrum loop-de-loop of numb footsteps. I promise to stay awake to shades of color, clashing textures, wafting smells, sweet and savory tastes, heartbeat sounds. I promise to take a regular play date to inspire my being with wisdom from those who’ve come before me who bring ideas to spark my spirit. I promise to be gentle with my emotions that arise throughout the day, letting them ebb and flow, loving myself along the way. I promise to…

This Too Shall Pass

You’ve heard it said, “This too shall pass,” yet, you and I know the waiting isn’t easy. In the waiting, it seems the other side is Neverland, an invisible entity, the great Beyond, But — before you lay your head down letting despair have its’ way, go, grab your hammer, the tool that fit your grandfather’s hand, passed down to you with love. Use it to pound the nails into each plank, carefully, one by one — when your mind wanders to boredom, to worry, come back to the task at hand. Rap, rap, rap. Keep going. Before long, you’ll…