Category Archives: Faith
Did you come out of your tomb yet? There is a reason if you haven’t….
Dear Ones, I don’t know about you, but last Sunday many of my friends and family were not ready to come out of the tomb with Jesus yet. The stone had not been rolled away and we had not yet … Continue reading
The Spirit of Hope – A Writing for Spring Equinox
The Spirit of Hope – A Writing for Spring by Shiloh Sophia It is Spring Eve, she said to all the Doubts. Gather around! All of you. One by one, she called their names aloud: Fear…Neglect…Sadness…Guilt…Worry… Lack…Shame…Carelessness…Overdoing… Like little mice … Continue reading
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Forgiveness Sunday – A Co-Creative Act: A sermon from the couch
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, … Continue reading
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Enter the golden door of the BLACK MADONNA today…
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 … Continue reading
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The Door of My Destiny
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 … Continue reading
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Pray Anyway
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. Continue reading
Love had taken away my practices, a warning and losing my religion…
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! Continue reading
within the folds of her holy dress
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 Continue reading
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The Moving On Tea Party – A Dirge
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 … Continue reading
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Our Lady of the Red Thread
Our Lady of the Red Thread
According to thy Wisdom
Open the doors that need to open.
Close the doors that need to close. Continue reading
