All posts by Theresa Wyatt Prebilsky

To whom much is given…

June 6, 2025Politics, We Have Work To DoPolitics, Scriptures of LoveTheresa Wyatt Prebilsky

… much is required.

The passage, “For everyone to whom much is given, from him much will be required,” keeps knocking on my heart when I read about the cuts and bonuses proposed in the “Big Beautiful Bill” known as H.R.1.

House Republicans have unveiled the cost-saving centerpiece of President Donald Trump’s “big, beautiful bill,” at least $880 billion in cuts largely to Medicaid to help cover the cost of $4.5 trillion in tax breaks.
Washington AP

The cuts in this bill are not about reducing our nation’s debt.* They are about math and priorities.

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The Founding (or, Make of it what you will)

May 24, 2025Meditations, PoetryGrief & Healing, MeditationsTheresa Wyatt Prebilsky

What started as gray depression
Gradient in its width and depth
Showed to be a condition, hovering,
Amongst us.

Hope on a far away hillside
Hot in its height and breadth
Fueled by a common love, shining,
From us.

Make of it what you will
Promise or memory of what once was.
“Dig deep,” I heard, “to the Founding,
of all of us.”

Golden Scissors

May 12, 2025Inspiration Art, Meditations, Self CareAcceptance:Surrender, Meditations, Spirituality:Finding MineTheresa Wyatt Prebilsky

Similar to using the Golden Key – a loving practice of forgiveness – I hope these Golden Scissors give you permission to let go of the past and live more fully in the Present.

We don’t know it was our last, until it was.

March 5, 2025LENT, MeditationsMeditationsTheresa Wyatt Prebilsky

Recently a friend shared this sentiment as relating to the last vacation he will go on with his Dad, beset with Alzheimers. This often painful irony comes to mind again this morning as I enter Lent, and as I think of Christ’s last days here on earth. I believe Christ told us that he knew his time was coming, but I’m not sure he knew which day would be his last – our first. Our Easter.

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A trip across the ocean, and back

February 21, 2025EnglandTravelTheresa Wyatt Prebilsky

We are back home after spending time in England. Our trip was originally planned for October of last year, to Scotland. But there was the little hitchie-do of the heart attack and so it was delayed. Then delayed some more, redirected to England, and pulled together with lightening speed to meet up with dear friends from Nigeria.

This was the third trip Les and I have shared in London. I didn’t know if it could meet or exceed our previous love affair with all things British, but it did.

Maybe you will recognize some of the sights, sensations or special moments from a trip you have taken here, or another place. Maybe you will recall the thing you found through travel to foreign places, or what foreign ideas became familiar because you traveled. Just know, from all shores, and all places, we wish you well.

Winter Drawings

December 28, 2024Inspiration Art, MeditationsMeditations, SoulTheresa Wyatt Prebilsky

Two winter drawings I am lucky to have from my Mother, Mary Alice Rogers Wyatt, and her brother, Earl Miles Rogers. Both are in pencil, ink, and chalk.

I thought lovingly of my mother and her brother as I carefully removed their art from the frames to scan. I imagined my grandmother’s pride and joy as she framed and displayed the scenes, side-by-side.

I am committed to keeping them together for as long as I have them. Then, they will fade and crackle into dust of obscurity, leaving an ethereal trail of smiles. I’m okay with that. It is the way.

Morning Time Visitor

December 19, 2024Advent, MeditationsAdvent Meditations, Grief & Healing, Meditations, Sister LoveTheresa Wyatt Prebilsky

Twelve years ago at this time, I was at my sweet sister’s bedside as she lived her way to heaven.

Each year at this time, I am flooded with such an array of feelings and memories. They are gifts and, still, Trudy is teaching me. The first and greatest from that tender time of Rosetears was: Love is eternal. Time has added that Love may possibly be made even stronger by time and absence of physical evidence.

Today’s sweet cardinal appearing just outside my window represents a new freedom, if not command, that I have been given: live the life you have. In some ways, I feel I have finally caught up with my past in a way that I can more fully live my present. I think this is grace.

But, most of all, it’s still and always about Love. And there is always enough to go around.

I wish you well, with love.