When I returned home from running errands today and was walking up my pathway to the front door, look who I nearly stepped on! She looks much smaller in the pic then she did in real life. For all of
I lift up a prayer for the trees, the skin of the trees, the leaves of the trees, the roots of the trees, the earth under the trees. I speak a prayer for the birds of the air, the seeds
My learnings recently have caused deep self-reflection, deep revelations and deep emotions that seem to cover that colorful spectrum of being human. I have now, FINALLY, reached a point where uncovering more of who I am as a being that
I recline, on this rainy spring day in central Florida, in the comfort of my bed (a place where some of my best writing bubbles up), and ponder the after-effects of Covid-19.
Many of my friends know that I spend a few minutes every morning at the lake near my home. I immerse myself in the nature that surrounds me, pray, get still and calm my mind before the day begins.
“Come to the edge,” he said. “No, we will fall,” they replied. They came to the edge. He pushed them…and they flew. ~Apollinaure
My journey to become an ordained Unity minister is most likely not unique but it IS my sacred story and I’d like to share it with you here.