The (Divine) Father Let Me Go

The Father let me go. He says, “It’s time you find your way.” “I don’t want to leave this safety net. This is all I’ve known.” The Son speaks, “There’s another way. An organic path of listening. Go.” “I don’t want to go. In this place, I know the rules. I know what is expected of me. I know what prayers to say.” Another voice rises. Her voice is lilt, “This is not your place any longer. Come with me.” I — argue with all my might. blame with all my spite. sit with all my fright. Then, a speck…

A weave of thanks giving

The origin of my story is essential. Where do I begin my tale? — at my birth?near the roots of the land I live on?do I reach back to Eve? Or further —when only animals roamed the earth?River veins of Mother Earth from long ago touch my present toes. My soul roots grow into her ancient knowing.I am connected to the beginning.The origin of my being holds secrets of becoming. As I weave thanks giving,I re-member my story. • The origin of our story is essential. Where do we begin our human epic? — at our individual birth?through a historical…