The (Divine) Father Let Me Go

The Father let me go. He says, “It’s time you find your way.” “I don’t want to leave this safety net. This is all I’ve known.” The Son speaks, “There’s another way. An organic path of listening. Go.” “I don’t want to go. In this place, I know the rules. I know what is expected of me. I know what prayers to say.” Another voice rises. Her voice is lilt, “This is not your place any longer. Come with me.” I — argue with all my might. blame with all my spite. sit with all my fright. Then, a speck…

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…