Out of the corner of my eye I thought the sign said, “I’m Courageous Inside.” Cool, I thought. I stopped, and upon closer examination realized it was of course the predictable, promised “Gorgeous” hook often used when the outside of a house looks a little old, or sad. Continue reading Sign Of Love
Ode to Upper Las Virgenes Canyon
On Tuesday, I stood on the ridge. Wind whipping across her curves and mesas; wind lifting my spirits beyond weight of concerns, or the 4 million busy souls of L.A. Continue reading Ode to Upper Las Virgenes Canyon
Tipping Point
Kaboom. It sounded like large objects being tossed into a construction dumpster; a not so unfamiliar sound for us since we are still in construction here on Chevy Chase. Continue reading Tipping Point
Longing For Home
Suffering creates space enough for us
to know that we are alone
and in need of the omnipotent
and perfect love of our Maker.
It is not so large a price to pay
to see and step again
into and through
the small doorway of God’s peace.
It is the work we can only do from here
as our little selves;
mistaken mortals longing for Home.
What Freedom Looks Like
About this women’s march… I went. And I’m glad I did. And apparently, a whole bunch of others did too. But here’s the thing: I really struggled with my decision to go.
I had to get to my own reasons and motives. I needed to pray for God’s idea for me and talk with friends. And when I did, I started owning that I was afraid, and worried that my walking might endorse un-peaceful protest which I am very much against. I worried that my showing up would look like full endorsement of some beliefs that I do not hold, and, here’s the really embarrassing part, I worried about what people might think of me.
At 62, still worrying about other’s disapproval. Continue reading What Freedom Looks Like
Desires of My Heart
So what does a sixty-year-old woman running with a dog have to do with becoming a Spiritual Director?
Everything. In one picture I am instantaneously and joyously returned to the freedom of discovering more of the authentic Self, as God made me. The light. The shadow. The healed and the wounded Self as one of God’s beloved kids. Continue reading Desires of My Heart
Today
By God’s grace and a bunch of really good people right here, I am standing in the sunshine of gratitude. And today can be about celebrating Trudy and the many gifts she shared with us.
Including one of her butterflies that’ll I’ll share with you. And a poem shared with me by a friend earlier this week.
Live life, love and have fun. I am pretty sure this is what Trudy would like for me to do. With love. Today. Continue reading Today