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… Continue reading
Do you smell the scent of our Mother? That intoxicating scent of cinnamon and gardenia flying from her skirts as she moves upon her sandy shores, leaving footprints of frankincense and myrrh. Aloes spring up in the wake of her footsteps. When it is dark we can still find our way by smelling her trail. Smell the cedar? Smell the pine? Smell the redwood? the jasmine, the lily the rose the Smell the sea?
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.
Shiloh, Daughter of Caron, Granddaughter of Eden, Great Grandmother Ethel, Great Great Granddaughter of Nasaya, Granddaughter of Helen, Great Granddaughter of Mary, Sister of Laurel, Shannon and Bridget. Artist Daughter of Sue, Niece of Janet, Child of the Most High, Daughter of the Blessed Mother of All.
Can you hear the voice of your Holy Mother Calling you…? She is here. Come. Sit a while at her campfire and listen as She spins her tale of healing….