A poem about pilgrimage which leads us to a revelation of being known by One who loves us as we are.
Tag: Pilgrimage
Utterly You-nique.
You. Little old you and me, little old me caught up in our similarities and sameness — both of us looking to find where our experiences match, what topics we agree on, how our perspectives align. Yet, have we forgotten? You and I, well, we are utterly unique! YOU-nique — as a dissolving wispy cloud lingering past high above, as an imprinted crystalline snowflake on a frozen window pane, as the unusual face of the next stranger noticed on our path. Have we forgotten? Each of us were given life as pure gift. Pure gift! None of us asked to…
The Gift of Stars.
Stars, brilliant, glowing, twinkling orbs of low thump, gloss glitter. Each individual, together, a constellation dancing in community. Stars, shine in darkness, there for my watchful wonder, beauty glimmer against charcoal gray. There, to guide my steps, to show me the way. Have I paused to glance up and breathe without a sound? Have my words gotten in the way of a silent gaze at God? Have I noticed the constant glory watching over me nightly? Stars, among the heavens, floating in the East, there, since the beginning. A sign for wise pilgrims to follow, a symbol of abundant joy….
Advent Pilgrimage
It’s hard to believe, but next Sunday begins Advent. Advent is a journey. A season inviting us to prepare. A season asking us to engage and dance with it. We wait with the hope of new birth in the world. This year, I have teamed up with my friend, Monica Hix, creator of Inner Ground, and Jacinta White, poet/writer, to provide a free, online Advent Retreat. Each week, art (Ally Markotich), poetry (Jacinta White) and meditation (Monica Hix) along with guidelines for using Visio Divina and journaling prompts as an invitation to deeper reflection will be offered. The themes each week…
A Spark, Some Fear & Bravery
Did you know there’s a path marked especially for you? “I don’t know what it is,” you say. Shhhhhh… let’s sit and listen for a while. Do you hear it? (hum.) It’s your life speaking. Notice the spark which lights you from within? See how time is forgotten when you are in the flow? What’s that? Bubbling anger? Don’t dismiss it. It has come to teach you something. Does this injustice need your unique voice? “I’m afraid,” you admit. Beloved, I see your fear. Fear of change. Fear of joy. “I have too much to lose. I’m scared of excess…