Kneeling (for Change)

– Dedicated to my friend Petra I have a canvas in my studio space, large, four feet by five feet, leans against the wall, too large for any easel, a monstrosity to handle Quite by accident, one day, I find myself on my knees painting, swept into unlikely prayer, marking — my colorful story — rhythms of the moon — thresholds to cross This is where She finds me Call her what you will — Mother Divine Sacred Feminine Mary, Eve, Wisdom (Proverbs 8) Spirit Woman Whoever she is, She persists in Her Love revealing all the nuances of Scripture…

Still I Rise

Today, I celebrate Maya Angelou. I am by no means an expert on Angelou. But, sometimes, you read something from a writer that so deeply resonates, the words remain inside you. For me, this is my story with Maya. I haven’t read I Know Why the Caged Bird Sings. I haven’t read Letter to My Daughter. Rather, I was first introduced to Angelou through a poem she wrote entitled, Touched By an Angel. Her written words were exquisite and beautiful. Not long after, I read a few lines of her poem Still I Rise in the book, The Dance of…

Celebrating the Feminine

In eighth grade, I received the Social Studies award at our Middle School Moving Up ceremony. I’m not sure how this happened. My male teacher spoke in a dry, monotone voice and our class spent most of the time reading from the text book. For me, it was the epitome of a boring class. However, I was compliant, did my homework and studied for tests. Maybe among my peer group who pushed boundaries, a tame student was all my teacher was looking for. If he only knew I spent most of my time daydreaming! When I got to college, I…