As We Walk Upon The Water

 I sigh before I write this. Once again . It is meant as a Knight Light from my inner land, to soothe you and hold you wherever you stand. I truly come in Peace. To seek and find and share release. I do not mean to preach. Nor to do harm to hearts that dance to a much different beat. That is in fact, the point of every line and creed and seed within this vast reflection. And confession. And. I humbly do believe . It is and ever after shall be, the deep  point of our One journey as we travel this majestic, blue-white , spinning Star. There are storm clouds and fires and droughts all across God’s green Earth. This Paradise has been our Birth. Laid bare and pure before our busy feet throughout these years. There are now tears that flow from Sea and Sky . Asking us Why. Why do we never See. Our privilege and our great responsibility.  And there are wars. On our TV’s. And In our countries and our city streets. In Churches and in Classrooms and the Corner Stores. These are our ...

 This is an open letter to all my relations. To all my ancestors throughout all times past and those to come. This is my prayer and my testament as I kneel within the Hollow of the Tree that birthed us all. I am now an ancestor. I am an elder of my lineage. I am a representative and caretaker and matriarch of all that shall carry on and unfold when I have reached the other shores. And I am a matriarch of the Now that lays at my feet, and of those I love who are Now before me. I write these words in full witness to the absolute and breathtaking and awe inspiring privilege of what it means to be alive. And to honor all those who have come before me. And after me. And beside me. And to strive to make a difference while the difference still remains within my ability to grasp and to release. The Earth is on fire. The flames all grow higher. Our divisions are spiraling out of control. We take aim at each other in midst of the flames. Seeking weapons and blame to absolve us of what we won...

 I grew up at the feet of the Catholic Church. For this fact I will forever be grateful. As a very young child, I felt wrapped in Mystery and a deep intuitive sense of the Holy and the Absolute. Although I could not articulate or fully understand these mysteries as a child, they formed the foundation for the whole of my life. My relationship with the Church overtime has been a process of unraveling and reweaving a multifaceted tapestry. It has been a journey of heartbreak, disillusionment, disappointment, redemption, rediscovery and empowerment. All in the same, luminous, fibrous strand. It has been a lot like loving a child who has gone astray. I never stop loving what I feel in my Heart the Church could one day be. If only they remembered Him, and She who bore Him, and the true legacy of The Way they came to teach us all. They did not come to this Earth in physical form to start a religion, or a political ideology or agenda. I believe they came to remind us to Love one another. A...

 The following is not meant to offend, or do harm, or  in any way insult the hearts of those who read these words. They are actually meant as a source of unexpected healing, a lifting up and a lightening of the load of heavy burdens. I have been on a sabbatical from social media and daily consumption of the news as my steady diet. And this has helped me to lose “wait.”  I am no longer waiting for the world to be at Peace. I am choosing, instead, to claim it inside me and share it as the high beam frequency of what I am personally broadcasting to this world. In light of this, I have been given a mission, born of love and an attempt to make further light. My siblings and I have been in our own individual processes of grieving the loss of our parents. My sister has a way of finding comfort in material possessions and I recently took her my mother’s belongings. Among the items, was a framed photograph of the late Pope, John Paul. I confess that I have never been a steady fan ...