Posts Tagged ‘soul tending’
Of prickles, pain and portals….
Sometimes into life’s overwhelm come soft days so thick with grace it seems the volume gets turned up on your joy and drowns out some prickle, shaking dance back into tired feet ’til your heart starts taking on hope as heaven storms down light so fierce that it swallows up the dark. When you’re not…
Read MoreIn every wink of light….
When it hurts really bad, this life and I’m walking, sometimes crawling through, my hands can get to shuddering in the wrestle to lay down the white-knuckled way I take on when I feel scared, to get my fingerprints off where I want to wrangle some control, to fix or defend or self-protect but the…
Read MoreThe layers and the light…..
My process begins with a heartpour my own unscripted words dumped raw onto clean, blank page. A turn-the-purse-upside-down-and-send-the-contents-dumping. It’s never pretty. Never polished. And can be a little wrenching. I write the unsayable things – the stuff of which Anne Lamott wrote, “my thoughts were such that would make Jesus want to drink gin out…
Read MoreSinging River Soul Spa….. (starting softly)
I’ve been tending garden in my own life for awhile, a soul spa of sorts, and I’m in love with the rivery way of this process and how it tunes my heartstrings to playing real – I love the wind and the listen. For years I’ve been working out some ways to share it with…
Read MoreIn every wink of light….
So, yeah, it hurts. Real bad. And there really isn’t anything you can do about it except for let it be what it is. Put it into God’s big hands and keep your fingerprints off. It’s not yours to fancy up or fix. Just don’t forget to love it. Love it as a part of your seriously lovable…
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