Creative Advent: Hopeful Imagination

“But the angel said to her, “Do not be afraid, Mary,for you have found favor with God.” – Luke 1:30 With relentless zest,
the angels speak —
“Do not be afraid.” 
In other words, the 
heavenly beings seduce,“Release your fear
 in order tocreate life force 
with the Divine.” Here lies the invitation. One who says, “Yes!,”— who chooses to create —
must firstgreet their angst,welcome a foreign seed,ask of the origin,
reckon the rowdy rootswhich knit the 
fabricof the story. Regardless of voices who clashcymbals of resistance —One who carries 
the Divineis called to weave worrythrough the heart, to
lull gremlins asleepwith the power of…

A Vigil of Love

Last week, I shared a free contemplative prayer resource to engage with for fourteen days to keep our eyes on the Divine through election season (in the U.S.) I’m creating a Prayer Square for each theme (from this resource) as a way to center and SEE love each day. Sharing the visual prayers with you. May we all hold a vigil of love during this time. •Beloved, you hold me and whisper, “Be Loved.” I hear your words and hold them in my heart.• •You set a spark within my soul. Your radiance shimmers the shadow spaces. • •When I…

Jesus 2020: Let Nations See Love (Again)

Do you know Him? Beloved OneSpirit formed, mother born, refugee child who crossed miles. Rules broken. Light BearerVisible speckles of light burst forthin the darkest of times. Hope given. Thirst QuencherCrystalline, living water wraps freelyaround walls of stone. Renewal found. Story WeaverA golden thread of Wisdom talestell the goodness of God. Love taught. Pilgrim FriendWalks the long road step by stepwith graceful gait. Presence held. Seeker of SolitudeMoves to quiet places to bewith Divine Love and fill. Peace sought. Lover of the LivingCelebrates children, honors women, notices fig trees. Inclusion modeled. Flamed by InjusticeTables flip with bold honesty to question…

Her Power Returned (Day by Day)

Her power returned to her the day she chose to place the stapler down from the boxy bulletin boardto move beyond the edges whereher creative savvy flew free. Her power returned to her the day she resigned from beating herself upfor “brokenness,” all she “isn’t” —to embrace the goodness and sacred beauty of all she is. Her power returned to her the day she traded cultural normsthat kept her quiet, small and politefor her inner wisdom which told her to move toward becoming. Her power returned to her the day she laid down the ingrained pattern to serve everyone before…

Curator of My Space

I am the curator of my hidden space.The revelations come as a trickle, a wink —a river of stars while I dream.Ideas are heldin the secrecy of growth,near the fruit of the womb,under the cloak of becoming. While I carry hiddenness,I no longer hide me.I’ve taken off the gray cloak of doom.Vibrancy is my outfit of choice.Even as I glow —My antennae explore the room for discernment.What is necessary to share, to refrain from speaking?With this inquiry,I become the curator of my open space. Sensitivity to myself and others is a gift I hold.I do my best to meet others…