Judgment Days: Parental Pandemicostal Prayer. {poetry}
Guide us as we seek to elevate our responses from judgment into discernment during these times that try parents’ souls.
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The Power of Prayer.
The power of prayer speaks to these parts. This is where the aha moments of inquiry and response flood in all all-knowing way.
Stories from Stones. {poetry}
Each star gathers one of her stories
and burns through the sorrow of its soul
until each one turns its head
and sings a song of forgiveness.
Prayer for the Closing of the Day: Gratitude in the Dark.
Take comfort in your darkness, allow the not-knowing to propel your desires, send them like prayers into the starless night. The day has reached its zenith.
Spinning Wheels: Ending the Cycle of Political Dehumanization.
As we Catholics engage in the Lenten season of penitence, cleansing, and reflection, I want to also cry out in the wilderness. It is time to resist. And when I say resist, I mean resist the darkness, the dehumanizing urges that steal away our proper sight. I mean, resist the subtle seething of ...
Defend the Sacred.
Indeed, 'Defend the Sacred' has become a popular theme of the water protectors’ movement. The water protectors are telling the 1% by putting their bodies on the line that business as usual will no longer be accepted, that they can no longer mess with what they should not.
Prayer for Water Protectors: Rebelles Stand with Standing Rock. {poetry}
Flood our parched spirit with life-giving water
and tears that soak, crack, sprout, and root
old shriveled up seeds of consciousness
to once again honor the source of our food
Truths from Standing Rock Camp.
Native Americans have lived a culture that links them intimately to Mother Earth. Their prayers align with Her. They know Her, therefore they can understand when She needs protecting and honoring, when enough really is enough. Everyone should listen to their advice on how to proceed into the ...
Which Whimsical Seuss-like Heart Do You Pick from Your Wardrobe?
I like to imagine I have a big wardrobe full of hearts. Some days I can choose one, almost whimsically, like a brightly colored scarf. Some days it is more complicated. I pretend these hearts are hung in a neat little row on pretty hangers, and tucked into drawers with sweetly scented sachets. ...
Summer’s Bare-Breasted Blessing: The Sinner’s Gratitude Prayer.
Give us this day our daily magick. May we see as much of the beauteous miracle of life-giving prana in the unsplit seed as we do in the eyes of a newborn baby. May we dig our fingers deeply in your loam and smear fertile mud on our thighs. May we shake our hips together in divine revelry, and ...