Of the Earth

She woke up one dayand decided she mattered.On this very day,she chose to love herself.She bent her ear to thestill, small seed within herrather than the voices whopromised a plan for her life.Her fingers reached deepinto cosmic starry pocketsand took hold of the medicinethat belonged to her.She tossedthis unique sprinkle of balmwherever she went —and before long,a garden grewall around her.Flowers of ideaskept arising.Tell me,what could she do other thancut flowers and share themwith friends? Nowadays,she returns and tendsto the spiral love within her.She regularly catchessight of the gardenerwho whispers her name and speaks,“Keep going. I am with you.”She does…

Visual Prayer of Tension

Tension, when tendedtransforms into ideas.Kindly BE with it.Amen. This visual prayer was created using the Prayer Squares creative practice. Prayer Squares are designed as a bite-size creative practice to lead you to surprise, delight and vision in your prayer life. Join me this year to create one Prayer Square per week. Find out more about the practice HERE.

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…

Tears of Healing

At the canvas,I stand as I am,present to the rising,in communion with Divine Love. Quiet pulses in my ears,sadness rolls down —a lost whisper emerges,trickles down my cheek.Wet faded memory. Why am I crying — again?My instinct is to berate myself,apologize for me being me,dismiss the emotion.Today, I choose different. I rest in the pause.Here, I find the voice of tears. They hum,“Feel me. See me.I am part of you.Why hide me? Why hold me in?If you wipe at me too quickly,you’ll never have access tothe blessing I bring. If others don’t welcome your tears,this is not your concern. Afterall,…

Something to Celebrate (More on Soul Care)

This is no ordinary day. Today, she hears it said,“Love your neighbor as yourself.”* (as yourself)(as yourself) This echo ripples through her core. She had never heard it this way.It was usually:Love God. Love others.The end. (as yourself)(as yourself) There it is again. A bell rings within. “If I’m to love my neighbors as myself, How DO I love myself?” she ponders. Her non-stop days of hustle bustle come to mind.Quick eating. Limited exercise. Doing for others. Crumbs leftover for herself. She catches a snippet of harsh self-criticism in her mind;a thought she’d never dare say to another. Hmph. (as…