I saw something earlier today that had me thinking about my Holy Yoga Immersion back in the summer of 2018. The post I saw was about how God met that person there in a life-changing way, and at the time, I didn’t stop to read the whole thing, but now I wish I had. Because… Continue reading God is always bigger.
Knowledge is knowing that a tomato is a fruit. Wisdom is knowing that a tomato doesn't belong in a fruit salad. Miles Kington is often given credit for this gem of a proverb, and today, it's got me thinking about how it applies to my own stuff. And here's what I've come to: Identifying and… Continue reading knowledge, wisdom, and fruit salad.
I need help grounding. Rooting. Slowing. Steadying. Focusing. I don’t think it’s for lack of support, it’s just that it’s all new to me. But I’m trying.
Blessing in the Chaos To all that is chaotic in you, let there come silence. Let there be a calming of the clamoring, a stilling of the voices that have laid their claim on you, that have made their home in you, that go with you even to the holy places but will not let… Continue reading blessing in the chaos | a poem by Jan Richardson
If we say that we have no sin, we are deceiving ourselves and the truth is not in us. [1John1:18] We often misuse this word: sin. We cheapen it, like many things, to a list of “wrong” behaviors, when really, it’s more of a condition or disease. Even when we talk like it’s more than… Continue reading living in sin.
Recently, I've begun to tap into my own creative spirit and have been channeling it through making dream catchers out of recycled and repurposed materials. It's been such a joy! Because of this crafty undertaking, I've accumulated a number of dream catchers, so I decided recently to open an Etsy shop to sell them! I've… Continue reading dream a little dream co.
We do not become healers. We came as healers. We are. Some of us are still catching up to what we are. We do not become storytellers. We came as carriers of the stories that we and our ancestors actually lived. We are. Some of us are still catching up to what we are. We… Continue reading catching up to who we are. | a poem by Clarissa Pinkola Estes