Tear drops and rain drops and my waking up to a place that will never be the same, but continues to hold endless beauty.
Life in the crook of the elbow Turning to, consenting to and being moved by God. Aware of what has been. Awake to what is becoming. And present to the crook — the in between.
My first painting in 2016 is about comings and goings in the spirit of acceptance. Not defeat or victory, but mutual participation in the brilliance of wholeness in love. The fire is love. It attracts the parts who give consent to the burning up of all that is the basis for separateness: Greed, hatred, grasping, protection, … Continue reading fiery communion
Here in our devastating brokenness — emptied of every ounce of our own power to change what is now our reality here in this world — we feel a power surging forth and we know we are not the source of this power.