You and the Stars

The stars danced the salsathe night you were designed —Aware that they were part of you,you, a part of them. The stars glowed brightwhen your form came into being —When you mattered, purelybecause you became matter. The stars shone upon youas you walked your childhood steps —Glistened their watchful devotiondespite your fleeting glance. Those billion year old orbs of flourescent juice followed your figure as you figured it out — Gave you direction a blink at a timefor your weary traveling bones. This very ordinary day The stars beam pale rays over you,their constellation of story sings —Urges you to…

Making Room in the Darkness

You see, dear one There are mysteries you don’t understand, tragedies you don’t comprehend. I am the Mother who hovers and veils all my children with steady, beating love in times of darkness, with rolling waves of compassion in the waiting. I hold the sorrow of hearts and place them in the night sky, a remembrance of luster and ebony twirling together. I live within the container and beyond the container— vibrations of my voice heard even in the driest desert. Remember me? Blessed Mother Mother of Grace Mother of Strength Holy Mother Mother of Jesus Mother of You. I…

Wearer of the Crown (That’s You)

  Hey. Pssst. You. Wearer of the crown— Who, ME? Yes, you. No, no, no. You must be mistaken. I don’t wear a crown. Sure, you do. I see it. Are you looking at me? (laughs) Yup, yup. Sure am. Your crown is beautiful. Very intricate. Well (pause) What does it look like? Oh, honey. Sure is splendid. Looks like hundreds of owl feathers waving high, pearls from the depths of the ocean placed with precision, flecks of gold woven with mighty care. And, oh my! I spot a unicorn hair. Why can’t I see my crown? Ahhh… remember that…

The World Needs Your (love) Voice

You haven’t taken a vow of silence. But, you’ve believed there are certain things better left unsaid. When you’ve tried to champion the cause, spoken the alternate view, you’ve been met with resistance, or worse, disengagement. You don’t want to ruffle too many feathers, take a chance on not pleasing the listener. It’s only natural that you’ve wrapped your bruised voice in burlap and steel wire. You stick to the pallid pleasantries of life. (but) take notice. this is no time to remain silent. Those “certain things” you’ve believed are better left unsaid are the very words we need. The…

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…