Red Madonna .::. Wisdom’s Table .::. 2018 Register by tonight at midnight on the Feast of Our Lady of Guadalupe to join in for our first online gathering of DEVOTION in January. Together we will plan our sacred practices for the year and reset our altars with our intentions. Invitation to Wisdom’s Table …
Looking for an alternative focus on Inauguration Day? Join 1500 women in a FREE global creativity circle choosing to CREATE the future we want to see, feel, know, hear and dance into! This Friday join us live or watch the recording, lets go colorful instead of ‘going dark’. Let’s get turned on instead of shutting…
This first full moon of 2017 has me thinking in a new direction about why I stand where I stand. Since I have no idea what the TRUTH is – will I stand for nothing, or something, and what is the ‘something’? How do I access it? How do I talk about it and share…
What is on your easel? In your heart? In your journal? On the page? On the altar? Enclosed in this Red Thread Letter: An Invitation for you to join us for free in Creative Women’s Circle for 2017 to share what you are working on + My personal 2017 ideas + A Story from our…
May you choose outrageous actions that challenge who you are and encourage who you are becoming. Enrollment is open and the circles are ready for you if you are ready for them. January is orientation month for us so there is time to get your BIG DANGEROUS Canvas – these 3 classes call for you…
“Happiness is not a destination, it’s a method of travel.” St. John of the Cross The morning inquiry that took me on a journey: Why do you want to be good? Dear One, Why do you want to be good? This is the inquiry that put a pyramid sized question mark right into the center…
Regarding finding your way when lost. Begin with a prayer, a tiny feeble one just beneath your breath. One so preciously small so that no one can hear it. It is almost like nothing happened. It may not be made of words or wishes. An invisible shimmering just rises up from your heart and takes…
One look of love in my direction causes spontaneous combustion. Sparking a blaze to my tender heart of kindling. A wild fire spreads into every dry cell. A multitude of volcanoes erupting causes ashes to block the sight in my right eye. Now that eye sees only inside. A glowing ember escapes from time to…
Here is my story of connecting with the Black Madonna of Paris and the first time I encountered the Blessed Mother in my life. I feel vulnerable sharing this as it is usually just shared with the Red Madonna sisterhood. I watched it for the first time today and it felt like it wanted…
How does one belong to one’s own life? Move into one’s skin and call it home? How does one feel good enough to yell out the window while driving very fast and listening to music that is too loud and shout love to the wind? Today is Christmas Eve and I feel today…like I do…