Moses had the bush on fire, fully aflame yet not burning. You've heard "Don't touch that! It's hot!" for so long that you've forgotten there is a flame that licks, pulls you like a moth toward it, onto the path pre-lit for you. Light the match. The time is now. You are the sacred.
On Marvin Gaye
Today is the anniversary of Marvin Gaye's death. I was 14, getting ready for school and heard the news on my radio. And I lost my shit. It wasn't that he 'just died', I didn't have that kind of attachment. It was that his father killed him. It was the immediate knowledge that parents... Continue Reading →
Our Way
I have never born false witness. My relationships with those things that others cannot see are my devotion and I can't lie to them or about them. And where they weave me into the physical world--either through the power of prayer or an 'accidental' meeting--it is always outside the boundaries of 'our way' but directly... Continue Reading →
Braided Breath, Bonded Heart
You weren't born a basket but the weaving of you began long ago, before a thought ever conceived you. Plaited, wefted, crossed again through the stars time and again. Spider, fly touching points of light and threading into the dark Dipped into the bubbling brook to be given the Word Threaded through the eye to... Continue Reading →
What If You Knew
What would change for you if you knew that a God, The God, all the Gods, wanted nothing more than a relationship with you? What if you knew they do not require worship or for you to follow the rules others have set forward as your way to access the truth of their Being, of... Continue Reading →
Spring Drinking
As we begin to drink more more sun than snow The pace of growth quicken for you as does the greening of things. Deepening roots will draw strength to bend into the light open aloft And become the dance of God.
Leaking
You've sprung a leak. Pore by pore the water is seeping in. A slow spread of damp, then a trickle before you become flooded -slowly, surely- until you are in the depths of God and let go of your own anchor and float, free.
Stumbling
Did you stumble on the way to the lightness of your own Being? Grace was there, too.
Party of One
For some the realization is like a collision. Self, belief smacking full speed into the solid stillness of the quiet God. Then realizing it's always been a party of One.
