On the May flower Full Moon Soften the brow. Soften the heart. Soften the breath. I go before you. I can be trusted. I have been in the midst of trouble before and untroubled have given you reason to unfurl the ridges that line your face. I know what to do. I restore, I embrace …
Dear Hearts,One of the most meaningful things I do each week is this. I come to the computer and I write to you. There is a little ritual, an asking of my heart what to share, how much, in a story? In a poem? I begin to consider this on Monday, always wanting to get …
To open the heart is to invite Love to make a home within. This is no flimsy invitation. This is putting a sign on the rusted door of the life you thought you lived alone and cherished as your own. This is undoing the bolt with a kind of trust that It will move in …
The understanding of the innocent is truth. That is why their altars are truly radiant. ACIMs 3.IV. 24 What does my altar look like? What is the inner environment where I go to meet Jess? (God) I want a truly radiant altar befitting of Divine Union. Perhaps, if I admit it, ego wants the shiniest …
I have stolen this pen. I can make it a symbol of guilt or see it as a tool for extension. I forgive myself for the impulse and give thanks for the pen, the desire and innocence that is truer than either pen or my thoughts about it. I give thanks for the Word …
Thursday, May 8, 2018 This morning I heard an owl. Every dawn and dusk she offers a holy instant, chanting in cycles of repetition carrying the question. Who, Who, Who? Who are you? She moves me to confess, I don’t know. I wonder will I finally firmly answer, setting her free of the Purpose for which she sings day and night …
Dear Hearts, Life is a like a casino, a great game of chance. Our hearts are all we have for ante. Our hearts are the only thing worthy of investment. There are many rounds to play. Each act of faithfulness in Christ is a winner. Each demonstration of belief heralds the Presence of God. Through …
The Law of Wonder This piece was written as I sat with Richard prior to a retreat. I am sick with a head cold. (Jess) I am healing you as your healing heals Me. How can that be? Your healing does not occur in separation. Healing, even of the body, occurs in joining. As you …
Die to self now. Die a little while with Me. Come deeper. Allow each little lock of each iron shackle to be popped. Come freely to Me, freely to the Word Which joins us. Come without expectation or fear, only appear here where Wisdom holds a place for you, where the heart breathes one gently …
A Holy Thursday (marybeth) Slipping off my sandals, I peel away a bit of skin. A bit of death between the toes insists on sticking. I reach to grab it noticing then the thickness of my nails, the shadows of gray, evidence of fungal life. I shudder at the thought of a parasite growing in …