Master, Teacher of wisdom, Bestower of virtue, You teach the thoughtless and protect the poor: Strengthen and enlighten my heart. Word of the Father, Let me not restrain my mouth from crying to you: Have mercy on me, a transgressor, O merciful Lord! Sermon from the Couch Dear Ones, Today is forgiveness Sunday in the…
Dear Ones, Our beloved course, the Black Madonna starts tomorrow, but we let you into the campus today…if you feel a longing to know Her, to paint Her image, and to join over 40 women on a sacred journey for the next 30 days; come see…and you can also still get the FREE recording on…
Dear Ones, Last night was a powerful conversation – The Black Madonna and the Red Book with Kayleen Asbo. Today in the aftermath of that conversation…my mother wrote and I painted although we did not discuss this. We both saw the light Madonna when asked to look where we were on our journey. Sometimes she…
We have to reach for love anyway.
We have to call out to God anyway.
We have to reach out our hands to one another anyway.
We have to pray…anyway.
Desperately Seeking Sustenance: A sanctuary where I have a feeling when I walk in that GOD is in the house, a church with dancing and all kinds of brown people clapping and white people moving their hips, men and women leading together, honoring of Creator as masculine and feminine, if not as one, at least somehow ruling together, non-judgment of others while totally committed to spiritual path, reading of the Bible without a brimstone edge, a deep inquiry into the mystical, a few healers laying the hands on the sick and sorrowful, a feeling of connection and tribe with the folks, communion for those who love God, a few hats with feathers would be nice, organic coffee and good cake afterward, acceptance of images (icons) and an emphasis on creativity…LOVE at the center of everything. And it should be beautiful with candles lit. Ok. Now I am going overboard. Well we make lists for everything else: work, mates, money, why not a church? Mary are you listening? Bring me home Sweet Mama!
In the folds of your dress
your holy garment
I bury my head
Smelling the sweet fragrance of your love
My little hands hidden in the layers of fabric
I try to be consumed and folded into your dress
I want to disappear into your being-ness
I pull up a fold and surround myself with silken fabric
Soft and giving, silky and strong
It is dark like your skin
and in these folds I can imagine
All the world is well and
I hear your soothing voice
speaking words of grace-filled wisdom
I forgive myself for not living the life I thought I would. I forgive myself for not always being able to hear my own heart. In between gulps of air I sip cups full of white flower clouds in white teacups. I honor myself for risking no matter what the fears were. I honor myself…
Our Lady of the Red Thread
According to thy Wisdom
Open the doors that need to open.
Close the doors that need to close.
I offer myself to you this day
I invite your will and your way
to flow as living water in my life
I acknowledge that the power of goodness
is the force in my body spirit and soul
This article is in process – and will continue to be revised. But since it is Christmas, and Mary’s time is being honored – I wanted to share this writing. Merry Christmas! WHERE IS MY BLESSED MOTHER? Ever since I encountered the sweet presence of holy wisdom that comes from choosing to be in relationship…