A simple flowing stream, A calming force. Breathing out every stress of life, Breathing in beauty to thrive. Advertisements

It may be hidden in the deepest thoughts of prayer and surrender. It may await us in the deepest levels of knowing who we are, Or rest… Read more “Fire Glass”

Our insides are just the same. Nakedly disclosing our earthen-burdens webbed of suffering, and morning joy O’ that we may live, like the roots that we are,… Read more “Jewels”

That’s what caused the cool whispering leaves to chill, dah-ta, ooh ee right beside me, cuddling my toes, right as I’d stood still.   I captured this image… Read more “Tiny Fold Blessings”

The evening and the morning, are one and the same- beckoning my loins to pray. And yet a little while – our bodies exude a mist of metaphysical liberation… Read more “Distilled Hope”

She had moved in- reconnecting endings, like shadows following us. Rising, to make amends, telling of her memoirs- thoughts of he, thoughts of she, Never losing the… Read more “Mothering Us”

In all things, art is like tender wounds. Only a few will heal. Earnestly shedding the light that darkness yields. We touched the starry skies less we… Read more “Healing Ground”

On the knees of Sunday’s hem. To trim away fat and grief. I come, not because of Jesus, not because of poverty’s righteous view. Nor because broken window seals… Read more “Bearing Fruit”

Take my body to the farm. I’ll lay my wounds on the ground. Encapsulate my tears in honey. Let the oxygen reach, nano cells of my brain. Revive… Read more “We are the Branches”