• Happy Holilays

    December 17, 2015 ‘Tis the green and red season. We are all busy. So very busy blooming in love and good cheer. With so much on my agenda, little things slip by. . . little things that feed my soul. . . like prayer. Who has time? As my soul is robbed of it’s nourishment,… Continue Reading

  • Sacred Remembrance

    Chief Seattle’s oration of 1854: “The President in Washington sends word that he wishes to buy our land. But how can you buy or sell the sky? the land? The idea is strange to us. If we do not own the freshness of the air and the sparkle of the water, how can you buy… Continue Reading

  • Directional Challenge

    October 28, 2015 If self-love was available in a cup, it’d be bigger than Starbucks. It’d drink like morning sunshine, illuminating inner beauty, and taste like joy. At least, that’s what I thought until I came across a gem of a new concept. This concept changes the direction of self-love from something that flows inward.… Continue Reading

  • Language with Heart

    October 15, 2015 Think of a tree. Did you think of a noun?  A trunk with branches and leaves. If you were a Potawatomi Indian, you would have thought of a verb. To them a tree was alive, so alive it was considered a verb. ‘To be a tree’ was their word for tree. This… Continue Reading

  • Tapestry

    September 27, 2015 Seasons come and seasons go as the tapestry of my life unfolds. Where does life experience come from? is it pre-planned? or merely coincidental? I’ve heard it said, my thoughts shape my destiny. This rings true with my soul. I’ve also heard it said, prayer is power. This also rings true with… Continue Reading

  • Wobble

    July 25, 2015 The nature I see around me. . . ‘is’. The butterfly doesn’t question, “Should I be a tree?” The tree doesn’t question, “Should I be a bird?” They know who they are. Their purpose is solid like that tree trunk. I envy their sureness, for I am a wobbler swaying in the… Continue Reading

  • Out of the Box

    July 20, 2015 If I were born in a box, there would be no mystery. I would know the corners of my world. . . recognize my limitations. . . know how far I could go. But I was born out of the box. There are no corners here. I gaze up at the stars… Continue Reading

  • Cicadian Rhythm

    July 18, 2015 Like a long dotted line the song of the cicada floats across the prairie. With seasoned awareness, old timers announce, “Six weeks till frost.” So soon? In the stifling heat with humidity thick as steam, it’s difficult to believe frost is so near. But Mother Earth is dependably predictable in her transformation.… Continue Reading

  • Moon Meadow Bloom

    July 15, 2015 This is a good day for personal reflection. Why? It’s my birthday! Since it’s my birthday, I thought I would share a bit about myself. So here goes. . . When I was a child. . . I spent a majority of my time barefoot in the treetops. I was a complete… Continue Reading

  • Rumble

    July 8, 2015 I remember the moment clearly. The moment that changed my life. It was years ago at a retreat with a passionate group of God-loving college students from the campus church. Unlike them, my passion was wobbly. Deep down, I wasn’t convinced. How could I be passionate about something I could not see?… Continue Reading