Kaleidoscope Prayer

As I continue on as a spiritual being having a human experience*, my view of prayer, like a kaleidoscope, has slowly shifted, offering me an opportunity to wrestle as well as fresh beauty at different points in my life. Nowadays, I believe that prayer is all around us and all we have to do is tune into it. No words are necessary. Being present to the conversation, the plea, the pain, the beauty is, indeed, the prayer. What view of prayer do you have? For me, engaging in creativity and painting helps me to tend to this presence and flow. How has it shifted over time?

White Space (and Exciting News)

For the next few weeks, I will be dwelling upon space, silence and Sabbath in our lives. Here is today’s offering:   In graphic design white space is a gift, a rest, a quiet unnoticed way of allowing something else to shine — to have the spotlight. Oh, how this space is needed in our creative lives, to give ourselves a breath, to allow the beautiful to break forth and have its’ moment. Exciting News: My friend, Monica, spurred me on this Spring to have prints available from an online advent devotion series (theme:pilgrimage) that I contributed to. It’s taken…

Coming Back to Center (Pt. 2)

Precious child, today you waken, and before you set your feet on the firm ground a sliver of last night’s dream rushes, bolts through you, the unknown, shattered pieces you attempt to understand, but a fear pervades, a confusion persists. It doesn’t stop there. One hundred times plus, this very day, pieces of you will splinter, flung to the far reaches of the world where a comment made spins you wild, where angry news whirls you with it, where internal dialogue whisks you to doom. All your frazzled self can do is hang tight to the whisper in the wind,…

A Landing Spot for Ideas.

rky There I was folding my laundry, in the quiet crevices of a quite ordinary day, when, WHOOSH — she found me again. She, a wonderfully whimsical idea, looking for a place to land. I can’t tell you where she came from, only that I welcomed her. Then, she landed on me gently, like a cool drop of water out of seemingly nowhere, refreshing and surprising all at once. Soon enough, she wrapped me with ribbons of rainbows, strange stirrings, quirky questions, intriguing imaginings. She led me outdoors to where the water lives and motioned, “Don’t be afraid, dip your…

Letting Go (Visual Poem)

This is the follow up visual to my previous post. I had fun getting my watercolors and colored pencils out to create this visual poem. It was spur of the moment. I didn’t spend loads of time on it. But, here’s the thing: It’s the freedom to spend short spurts of time on creative endeavors which helps me to keep creating. If I get too bogged down in needing hours to create, I talk myself out of it. But, fifteen minutes – I can do that! So, keep practicing! Even if it’s five minutes. Letting go is throwing caution to…