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…

5-minute Pocket

A while back, I listened to a podcast with writer, Liz Gilbert, who talked about the importance of the practice of creativity. She encouraged 15-minutes a day of writing even on days packed full. She convinced me that fifteen minutes could drastically alter a person. After that podcast, I committed with stronger Spirit to (at least) 15-minutes a day of creating. Some days for me, it’s writing. Other days, it’s painting or photography.  On days when I lose this rhythm, I notice. In the following poem, I encourage only 5-minutes! 5-minutes is not much, but you’ll be surprised at how…

The Kiss.

The veil touches down in the thin place where 
past kisses present, a delicate sweep of air — sheer mystery. I walk into the fog, formerly familiar, now lit anew, the road reimagined. Where will it take me? Breaking sun, backlit branches, stream through my reckless heart. I consider day and night, their insistence on gathering each dawn. Death and life, not opposing forces, rather 
elbows latched in harmony 
with Spirit. They skip along, capture my curiosity in that profane and sacred are connected, both with a speck of God’s goodness for those willing to mine the mire. Today, ghosts…

Let Beauty Nap in Your Lap

I hear you. You are tired. Worn out from this and that, a dire need for vibrancy Today, I urge you with this simple task: let beauty nap in your lap I know, I know you are quite busy with big plans, talkfests, running to and fro, but if you take a stand to sit, If you take a stand to be IF you take a stand to still and allow the wings of a pigeon dove to shield you with mercy, well then You may find yourself falling in love with the insignificant You may find yourself dreaming something…

The Power of Breath

A few months back, my friend Kristen and I went to a Transformational Breath workshop. Truthfully, I had no idea what we had signed up for, but I thought the guides may teach some good breathing techniques to help when life throws a curveball and since I love learning about new healing modalities, I was on board. The experience that day was astounding. I learned that we only use about 30% of our breath capacity on any given day. I learned that our breath has amazing power… much more than we realize. Through this particular breathing technique that we practiced,…