I was looking at burned toast when the fire alarm began shrieking. I opened the front door to let some air in, then I saw it. I gasped. On the fire alarm was the most incredible rainbow. May I back up the bus for a moment here? This morning I finally got up at 4:15. [...]
Dear Ones, After a time of silence and grief I am once again finding my words. I have not written on this blog for awhile, instead I have had my hands in clay. I continue to choose to hold fast to the truth that Viktor Frankl taught me, decades ago: we may not be [...]
Do you feel small and overwhelmed by the recent events happening in our world? Have you caught a glimpse of what is happening in the midst of all the hatred, violence and greed? There is a response to what surrounds us. I call it ''Fierce Love." I see an outpouring of love. I watch [...]
Today is the last day of a 30 day blogging challenge that I agreed to participate in. This may be my most poignant blog yet. Some have asked me why I agreed to such a rigorous commitment. You, my readers, deserve to understand the answer in the best way I can tell you. You see, [...]
This place is not on the map. As a matter of fact, the only way to get here is to slip into the very thins space between Now-Then-and Next... May I read you this story? Storytelling is powerful medicine. And this is one of my "inner stories" that metaphorically describes life in a totally [...]
We all have life themes. They show up repeatedly in our lives and in our art. If you have been reading my blogs , you already know that stars are only one of my life themes. Some of my life themes include Beloved and Creator God, healing, empowerment, authenticity and creative expressions in many [...]
There was apple jelly in the peanut butter sandwiches I ate as a child. Did you notice? I mentioned this briefly in the last blog, "Learning to Listen to Tree Speak". "As a child I spent many spring, summer and fall hours outside. My home was often one of upset [...]
“The clearest way into the Universe is through a forest wilderness.”- John Muir The first tree I ever heard speak in the Ancient Language of Tree was my friend The White Oak. He lived on the very edge of the woods. As a child I loved this tree. He held his strong arms out wide [...]
