holy arc

I ran across my baby book while packing in March. I stopped and opened it. Held it close and listened to my mom's 22-year-old voice. Her intimate musings about her first child's firsts accessed me through the quiet darkness of the holy completion of her life 55 years later. I read, again, the entry about my first prayer. Now I lay…

o brush divine

I started painting in earnest when I left my corporate role in May 2010. What I remember most about my early experiences was feeling free.  There was the blank sheet of paper, a full wheel of color options — And the brush. With brush in hand, I participated in the emerging possibilities. Though my initial instruction was to…

loaves and fishes

This "tagline" underneath another meditator's profile this morning caught my eye — We always have enough when we share. What a simple beautiful truth.   The abundance we seek is not facilitated by storing up — but by giving away. Sharing. When we make a clearing — a larger space of nothingness in our own homes and hands and hearts…