While You Wait

You, girl of the ocean, swimmer of the sea, washed up ashore displaced amid her honesty. And, now — you, the ever curious one, wonder, 
“What do I do while I wait?” Well, dear one, as the dry air rushes past, nearly knocking you down, let the tears fall and nourish what you hold. You, holder of life, keeper of the flame, bearer of sparks, whatever you do — don’t rush it. Really. Allow the space of emptiness hold you. Listen. Hear that? A lullaby from your inner Spirit whooshing you to sleep— dreams and visions laid on your heart….

She. is. becoming.

I have quite a few friends these days who are taking brave risks in their lives. I’m amazed by the way these fellow kindred souls are challenging the status quo, saying yes to the daring and keeping their hearts open to where the Spirit is flowing in their life. This poem is dedicated to those of you who are taking one small step toward your becoming. Cheers to you and your courage! She is becoming. She’s not finished yet. No, she still has loads of color to splash around. A palette of rainbow to fling toward the universe. She has…

Can Arts Illuminate Theology?

Can arts illuminate theology? Is this allowed? Permissible? Five-hundred years ago, Reformation birthed, the visual became idolatry. Churches newly formed, saying, “No,” to statues, “No,” to imagery, “No,” to the senses, Only the Word. The Word. Word. How I grieve for the turned backs, the opportunity for enrichment, the opening for all arts to be a window to God. How I grieve for the lost chance to welcome gifts of creativity into church spaces to splash God-given talent beyond its’ borders. How I grieve an auditory holy story told in community for fifteen hundred years flattening the Alpha and Omega…

Still, Small Voice (& the Birth of a New Year)

Happy (almost) New Year, friends! As I’ve considered the dawning of 2017, my deep desire is for the gap between my written words and my actions to narrow. Of course, this is easier written than done! Regardless, I decided to sit down, listen to the still, small voice [I call her Spirit] and write what I heard as a guide for my upcoming year. I believe I will return to these words throughout 2017 as a gentle reminder. May it bless you and/or prompt you to listen to the still, small voice within and write your own guide for the…

Thin Places.

Today is Samhain, a feast day for Celtics to say goodbye to one half of the year (light/harvest) and welcome in the another half of the year (dark/winter). This day also coincides with All Saint’s Day, a day set aside in the Christian calendar to celebrate those in our lineage who have passed on. Christine Valters-Painter has a wonderful article about Samhain here. Below is my offering to you… a poem to consider the liminal spaces of our lives. In the thin places, sacred and profane near. Their energy vibrates, whirls around death and life. Ancient and newly birthed blow…