let your life tell a resurrection story

still motion

calm movement

The struggle of remaining present with Jesus

and hearing the rhythm of his heartbeat

calling us to dance into this path

With courage and grace

viewing ourselves

on the other side of Christ’s suffering,

during the dance with Jesus

there is always

an opportunity for death, letting go

surrendering

into Life that your life might

tell a resurrection story .

tell a resurrection story

surrendering

into Life

there is always

an opportunity for death, letting go

during the dance with Jesus

on the other side of Christ’s suffering,

viewing ourselves with courage and grace

calling us to dance into this path

and hear the rhythm of His heartbeat

in the struggle of remaining present with Jesus

still

calm

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Epiphany

And wise women came too

 

See the star

it promises

a journey

the path to follow is marked in visions and dreams

Visitations

inviting you to follow

bring the gifts

of who you are and

what you have

For in these treasures lies wisdom that brings forth life

You know

Wise Women came too

returning not by the same path

 

 

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Practice packing lightly

What fears hold you back? Echoing from the beyond… sell everything

       the season of epiphany births

   Hope

   bearing

                   gifts of insight and wisdom and Love

practice packing lightly

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open the window of your heart

to hear the ancient stories

blowing a fresh scent

Joy sweeps bitterness away

Hope vaporizes despair

Peace soothes anxieties

and

Love

Love banishes fears

           open the window of your soul

Feel the Spirit

blowing fresh scented life.

listen

into the ancient stories

and feel your heart open

matthew 25: 1-13 parable of the 10 virgins

 

 

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God’s creative energy

fuels our lamp

     illumines the path

walk in Grace

abide close

Listen to the nudging of the Spirit

for

we are the lamp

and our fuel exists within

we are God’s creation

when called

there will be more then enough to sustain the journey

the bridegroom comes

we have an invitation   ….   waiting through the dark of the night

calling us

ever deeper……

Alone with many

calling

fueled for the journey

Do I have enough?

I have an invitation, is that enough?

Am I enough?

I am here

a little thought when hope is hard to find

Surviving

Abuse

Thriving

despite it

Because Hope held my hand

Pushing me

On the swing so I would pump harder and higher

Feeling free

     she encouraged dreams

dreams that carried me to the Olympics

to the stage

to academic achievement

and Hope led me by the hand

showing me Love

observed

in others.

Wrapping me in a soft blanket

Hope whispered

You can do this… and this … and this.

         Hope snuggled deep inside

always

re-emerging

when I forgot to swing

And feel the wind

As I scan

Backward

I thought Hope had left me

But I see she didn’t leave

I just need to swing and dream new dreams

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when fear and courage collide

My youngest daughter was diagnosed with a Macro adenoma of the pituitary gland. I spoke with her earlier this year about the difficult place she was in…. living in the thin space where courage and fear meet.  How for each of us, this thin space is lonely … we face these things within our soul, should we choose to be present to it.   Cherished ones can be beside us, and some caress the feelings we have inside, but it is in the stillness of the night where we can feel alone, no one really understanding this thin space.

On Thursday morning, while walking the land, my husband asked me my thoughts about what Good Friday meant to me.

My thoughts returned to this idea of a thin space where courage and fear meet.  The disciples turned in fear.  Not understanding the consequences of their choice. Christ, chose courage.  The disciples journeyed on living in this thin space as their fears transpired before their eyes. Watching their beloved teacher be put to death, demonstrating how to live in the thin space, and be courageous, not negating the fear He faced :  He cried out, ” do not forsake me”.

I believe courage and fear dance together as we sway with the rhythm of the beating of our heart.

The gift of Holy Thursday and the blessing of Good Friday

The table invites us to drawn near

Here

There is a blessing that carries

A weight

   known disappointments

Our failings inevitable

Clothed in our needs

Fears cling to our bones

 lacking the courage

We  share the bread, the wine

And return to our soft lives

Leaving what we fear

To stand alone

Against the mocking crowd

O thin space

Here we stand

The veil is torn

And the gap an open  raw wound

Where courage and fear collide

God

Grant me strength to be fully present

Be my companion on the road

That I might not turn my head in fear

But stand vulnerable in courage

Courage

seasons

The season of Advent

A yearly longing

Child like anticipation of my favourite hymns

A closeness of Spirit

A deepening

Leaning in

Resetting

Picking up with dear

Hope

Joy

Peace

As old friends, that finish my thoughts in conversations

They gather around

 this year

Holding my hand

Whispering truth

As I return

Over and over

In some disbelief

That mother is gone

Cleaning, sorting, throwing away

And finding treasures that soften my soul

My heart’s eye sees

The understanding of her common words

” you are just like your father”

Not that she didn’t

But

She didn’t know how to love me,

So Love comes

After all

To bring  solis this Advent

While Peace, and Hope and Joy,

Join me with tea

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ADVENT LONGING

Advent longing

who am I

did Christ ask

Who am I

in context of

Life

of

incarnation

of

moment to moment

of self to others

   living life

with all her various hats

there is something of the starkness of winter that awakens the spirit within

scanning

the longing in-side

Who am I ?

Who I am !

changes

depth

confidence

Pulling The Spirit in

In the Breath that gives life

And rest

Lean into the coming and risk

What you will find

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ADVENT DOOR

I love the image of the advent door

 New year begins with an opening of images-4

The familiar

Yet always fresh, new

Beginnings

Thresholds and

Thin spaces

A way

To open the door

Of the heart

Stepping blindly in trust

That Hope will rise

Joy will linger

Peace will arrive

And Love ….

…Love will blanket …..

MOTHER

I wear my mother’s clothing

Her passing recent

Filling a need

I wear my mother’s clothing

The pants that are too short

The tropical fruit shirt

Daring people to ask

Fulfilling a need

To be close

To a woman

That I never was

As a critical teen

I judged

And ran far away

With my own children came a new and different need of acceptance

But with wrenching disappointment

I dove into the past to sever the cords that bound me in pain

Slogging

Wading

And

Awaiting the sunshine

I journeyed

I let go

Then I could be

Safe

In parameters that worked for me

I felt

I could hold the cards and

Give

And take

As much as I could

Then

She died

And now

I wear her clothes

Feeling

Closer now

To a woman

That could have been prime minister or president

If only she hired a nanny……….