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 →

Hearing the Prayer

  To hear the prayer of one is to hear the prayer of all. To heed the prayer for one is to answer the call for all. Everyone has walked through the doors of Grace and is enveloped, in love. Everyone.

Oh, Child.

Oh, Child. You are not just a child of God. You are the answer to aeons of prayer. You were made this way before breath brought you to life. Spider woman and thread weavers from realms you've not yet met answered the prayers of Ancients and made you. Your normal is not theirs Your normal... Continue Reading →

Reflecting on Voices

Elie Wiesel died yesterday. His passing led to my reflection on all the beautiful voices that inspire us, give us hope, and teach peace, forgiveness, and justice.  There are many. They were as wise as they were varied, speaking a singular message with different accents. And I smiled. This morning I was watching a video about... Continue Reading →

Jesus, Mary and Sweet Mother of …

Sharing the Seat of my Soul Q: Why do Jesus, these Angels and Mother Mary come to you?  You're not Christian. A: Neither are they. The existence of things in our world is not dependent upon our belief in them or our perceptions of how--and to whom--they should appear. That was my short response to... Continue Reading →

Pat Mora’s Lessons

Lesson one The desert is powerless when thunder shakes the hot air and unfamiliar raindrops slide on rocks, sand, mesquite, when unfamiliar raindrops overwhelm her, distort her face. But after the storm, she breathes deeply, caressed by a fresh sweet calm. My Mother smiles rainbows. When I feel shaken, powerless to stop my bruising sadness,... Continue Reading →

Blessed Dark and Holy

"When I run after what I think I want,  my days are a furnace of stress and anxiety; if I sit in my own place of patience, what I need flows to me, and without pain.  From this I understand that  what I want also wants me, is looking for me and attracting me. There... Continue Reading →

Fire

by Joy Harjo   a woman can't survive by her breath alone   she must know the voices of the mountains she must recognize the foreverness of blue sky she must flow with the elusive bodies of night wind women who will take her into her own self   look at me i am not... Continue Reading →

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