Of loving and leaving to the light…..

Just this. Because I need a little break this week from working out the words. I made this for you to sip on,  instead. Love to you,  exactly where you are, and to all that you carry inside. “My whole life I have been complaining that my work was constantly interrupted, until I discovered that…

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Of music and musts and medicine…

The music flowed like medicine,   gently relaxing fingers where my soul had become a fist closed tight. Over my senses it came,  like springtime drifting through a window, this invitation to the whole and small of me. “Father,  I want you to hold me,” the slow healing sound offered me words to wrap around…

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Holding space for mystery….

Sometimes words fall,  scrambled,  at the feet of one you’d hoped would hear, scattered like tiny stones, so that instead of understanding and connection, you hold your story alone. In reaching out to try and build something real, to find and clear where wires crossed, sometimes relationship is restored; sometimes you must grieve what is lost. These are hurts we’ve all wrestled…

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Hope sings the wind…..

I’m loving the wind in the last of the leaves, how it whispers “let go” to limiting things I’ve believed, and come awake to fresh mercy rolling in with each day. to the way healing can fill  cracks in broken things and nothing ever stays the same but hope remains,  they drift and sing, yeah hope,  like an anchor, it…

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fountains in bloom…

I’ve been pruning and planting till my bones whimper at night but the quiet gets loud enough for me to hear when I’m down there working busy with my hands while my heart thumps out an easy healing rhythm and it lights me up,  the love raining down   and it goes rolling like a…

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