“Creation is the dwelling place of God.”—J.P.Newell when i live as art, with attention to the flow and in-betweenness in connection with the life force i become creation and take my rightful place in the universe my ancestors, cheering and joyful. in these moments, i find God.
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hell yeah, laughter
laughter. the best medicine. i’ve long believed in this. back in the day, as a crisis counselor working with survivors of sexual and gender-based violence, i was often in awe of how much laughter there was in trauma care. in the darkest moments of a person’s life, how easy it was–how healing!–to find such pureContinue reading “hell yeah, laughter”
the elder from South Africa looked at us snd wept out of rage, she said. and then turning to my dark-skinned sister the rage melted into sadness it is so good to see you, she said. and tears flowed. in these soul to soul connections, words do not matter.
the land’s workin’ me
i awoke this morning and got that today was a day of solitude. a day of carefully turning inward. what a week. on Epiphany, an attempted coup by white nationalists + the rise of Black leadership in Georgia; volatility growing amidst increasing political divides + calm organizing amongst peace-makers and spiritual activists; meg returning toContinue reading “the land’s workin’ me”
in college, i asked a boy i loved, “what do you see when you look in my eyes?” “me”, he replied. it was the most loving and hurtful thing– the most true.
Last week, my dad stopped by unexpectedly to drop off Christmas gifts, masked. As he cracked open the door and hollered into our home what he was doing, sadness overcame me. I grieved touching and hugging on him; I grieved our sacred family traditions; I grieved for my children, for my beloveds, for me, forContinue reading “christmas 2020”
mary, divine mother
mary has been always been a presence in my life. born at st mary’s hospital, brought up in st. mary’s church, attended marian heights academy for high school, st. mary’s college, now living on madonna place…she keeps hanging around. and yet, i’m still getting to know her. the past couple of weeks, she’s been withContinue reading “mary, divine mother”
in the weaving of life’s story
The threads are carefully Chosen Revealed Claimed and reclaimed As is the art of weaving Chosen Revealed Claimed and reclaimed The spaces in between Essential to the weaving.
Wonder is the inhale to the exhale of gratitude. And in that dance, there dares to be dreams.
When we said yes To the bold dreaming of “what if?” And the stepping into of “let’s see” We changed everything. The portal of choice transfiguring our death into life.