In her internal onslaught, she needed to meet face to face with her antagonists. She opened an ancient double-hinged door. The heaviness was tremendous. The circular iron rings pressed cruelly into her palms. She remained focused on a vision branded into her being and tattooed on her soul.
Although utterly destroyed, it is only through such breaking open that the acorn might become the oak. Discomfort, pain and difficulty often accompany too our own spiritual germination. After all, we are being planted in our own ground of being and must break open in order to grow.
My list started small and kept growing and will continue to grow. This space of calm is like the wingspan of a great blue heron, gliding across the stillness of a channel. It expands and releases and touches, creating ripples to the four corners of a universal web. Our effort to keep pushing ...
I know that some of my misery is self-imposed and almost brought on purposefully. Maybe I am comfortable in it. Maybe it helps me to feel that all is right with the world because I’m preparing for the misery that will inevitably come. Maybe that’s not true at all, and there is a darkness that I ...
As much as my soul is quenched by learning and exploring, it equally treasures a silent abyss where I can read for the joy of reading. I devour the smell and feel the delicate moth-like pages turn. I become the words and images. I am the book.
It is because of our mistakes that we grow and travel away from the pigeonholed demise of what we’ve been told. We acknowledge our sad and painful stories then step aside from defending, clinging and holding onto an endless swirl of reconciliation.
As the nights grow crisp and the air is a splash of freshness, something inside of me wants to savor the art of folding inwards. The intrigue of this alluring state is incredibly stirring. To check my reality, I blink to make sure I can find a way to match the pause and rhapsody.
There is change coming, sacrifice that needs to be made. This is not new, it’s been happening all year, but it’s not done. And it hasn’t demanded this much from you yet, so be ready.
Right now I, for the second time in my life, am learning how to pray. As I reflect on my previous incarnation as a little girl sitting at the right hand of my mother, prayer was terrible and frightening. She had a fever for the Pentecostal tradition that caused her to yell out Hallelujah during ...