Color Your Hours

Dawn rises with a stroke of bubblegum pink,a blessing of beauty in the morn. Each minute of our dayholds possibility to honor what it brings. Each hour of our day is an invitation to sense the sacred. We only need to slow down and observe.You are invited to gaze into the eyes of the hours. With simple toolsmixed media paperpencilblack permanent markersome colorand a fleck of gold come along to create your personal prayer bookto honor the hours (based on the monastic practiceof praying the hours) This is a video classto participate with on your own timeframe.Week One opens this…

What is Real? (ramblings)

What is real? I don’t think it’s any secret.I search for the true.For too long, this truth I sought came from outside my body.I was trained to believe the experts.Those who study harder, know better and have the answers.They are above me — or so I believe.Blindly, I ingest their words as “what is real”. As a young mom, I sit in a doctor’s office. With trepidation, I admit I may be in a state of mild depression. The wise doctor looks at me and says, “No you don’t. I know depression and you don’t have it.” He babbles on….

A Prescription for “Just So”

Who is “Just So” and WHY does she matter? Well, let me tell you — “Just So” is a little tight, a constrained sorta dame.She has a tendency to be wary of anything TOO colorful. “Just So” saunters in to say, “My oh my, sure is dirty in this house. Gotta get your cleaning done before you can create.” “Just So” splits work from fun:“Work and pleasure cannot be had together. And THAT’S the end of the discussion.” “Just So” takes charge of the destination rather than to enjoy the flow of the river:“I’ve got the map and first aid…

A Vigil of Love (complete.)

•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 am thirsty, you rain abundance. When I am weak, you pour grace.• You weave a fresh tale of hope. A yarn that lifts the lost and lonely.An epic of peace and justice. I hear my story in your words.• You don’t give up on me. You trek alongside on sunny days and moonlit nights. Where others have walked away, you remain.• I find you under the quiet…

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…