A Message of Connection “You have heard it said,“Noone comes to the Father except through Me.” – John 14:6 Now,hear this: “All come to the creative child through the Mother.” ” I send you greetings of love and life as the celebration of Christmas is nearly here. My gift to you is a message of connection. As you enter into places and spaces that focus on the Christ child — may Life Mother be included. Life Mother goes by many names: Madonna, Eve, Wisdom, Ruah, Sophia, Guadalupe. This week, we honor Mary. She is present wherever you are. You see,…
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Holy Gaze of Art
Today, I share with you an article I wrote for Columbia Theological Seminary, titled “The Holy Gaze of Art” The Holy Gaze of Art Have you ever let words fall away? I don’t mean a week long silent retreat or a time of quiet meditation in your day. Rather, have you ever placed books, articles, podcasts, news and teachings of others aside to deeply listen in to your personal wisdom for a stretch of time? As a lifelong lover of words and knowledge, I’m naturally a seeker of revelation. With anticipation, I can hardly wait for who the next revelation…
Creative Advent: Self-Love
Robes of grace glow around her formbetween the doors of the altar,where she tends the heart of creationin the palm of her hands. In the innermost recesses,where the highest priests reside,Mary sews her sacred tale,dares to believe in her creative worth. She is the seamstress of heart, weaves the veil of enigmawith a red thread of love,dares to speak “Yes” to angelic request. Her unwed belly grows.Voices taunt, “You need to be saved.”She knows better than to believe she is broken;afterall, expansion is of God. Instead, she chooses to love herself andthe beating pulse of creativity within. She loves herself…
A Hope for the World
Today, a poem about Mary and Hope. Let us learn from her courage.
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…