There Is Only the Field
When death arrives, I want to bring
my softest self.
Category: Poetry
In the center
I watch you change from week to week
shape-shifting and learning love
All of your ancestors come to your wedding
They fight. Belch. Kiss both cheeks.
They paint flowers on your face
and weave sunshine in your hair.
Red, For Life
My singing teacher
tells me God
is what happens
when you leave the walls
of your life
STABILITAS LOCI
Could you live bricked up
like Julian of Norwich, body leaning
into the wall of the church, receiving
food through a hatch?
The Braided Way
The Braided Way is a framework to see every faith tradition as a strand, braided into a larger whole of spiritual awareness. In the Braided Way, combining spiritual practice from various faiths allow us to explore sacred experience and wonder in forms that resonate with our personal spiritual needs and sacred intuitions. In today’s culture, many people shun religious dogma, but yearn for spiritual connection. The Braided Way allows the ceremonies and practices of multiple faiths to be available without the confinements of cultural dogma.