We were taught to pray word by word careful and polite. But eventually the words will fail fall silent and what is left the shape of a cherry
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I AM
We breathe until breath becomes song I AM into the laughing wind dancing across our lips accepting the gift of our I AM carries our breath across the
Beautify
Statistics will tell you the world is no more dangerous today than it was in my childhood. But if it feels that way you aren’t alone. Bombarded by stories
A Song for Goodness
There is comfort, safety in the cold, certainty of the tomb. In the hard sureness of sin, set firmly in Augustine’s dream, sin in the getting, sin in
Mother’s Milk
(With deep appreciation and indebtedness to Rumi, Hafiz, Julian and all the utterly besotted heretics, drunk on Divinity.) In the deep dark places, in the sacred secret places,
Love Note
Write a love note, address it to yourself, it has been too long since you heard “I love you” from that place within down the well where your
Slaying Dragons
My grandmother was a dragon slayer, her hair silver and steel solid as her resolve a masters degree, a career before that was an option while men marched to
Love
crashes in at dawn, sweeps me up, washes into my life without a by-your-leave and drunk as sparrows full of choke-cherries, we fly headlong into the arms that
Ending
I do not fear, the nodding rose, weary of the weight of her petals the drop, of each set free. so why then am I so afraid of
Gather
If you want to gather pearls, there’s little point heading to the market where they nestle on pillows and cost a fortune; look down, among the stones, in