What I’m Hungry For

Will you hear what I am hungry for? How I can eat moments like my first and last and only meal? Moments. Moments of stillness and quiet, with just enough length to take an extra breath, speak a gentle "I'm here, Abba" and be mindful that behind the air I inhale is another galaxy of meaning and mystery - it's heaven waiting in the wings for the sprinkling of God-children spread all over the earth to bring a piece of the celestial into earth-time. (Try it and see . . . With just one beautiful, [ read more... ]

I Am My Children’s Priest(ess)

It was the first thing I did when we started our at-home learning this year, I grabbed their three fledgling hearts and circled them with me on the living room rug and then my mama-body just had all these exhort-emotions lifting up from the soul and I spoke them strong and softly fierce-like over their growing heads---purposed Spirit-words that I don't even exactly remember now, but truly carried the essence and flavor of inspiring these God-sons into becoming more of who they are. Next to all [ read more... ]

Not Your Average Will

Do you remember the movie Bruce Almighty? (This film about a narcissistic, ego-centric, ungrateful, pessimistic, money-hungry guy who has an encounter with God that changes his life.) Our three boys were watching it a few weeks ago in the backseat of the car while we travelled Rt. 80 through the pastoral hues of western PA toward our family holiday destination. And even though I couldn't see the screen from the front passenger seat and only listened to the scenes with half an ear while reading [ read more... ]

how to know your heart

Let me tell you something about our boy, Gabriel. He harbors so much wilderness in his heart, it pours right over his aorta walls and floods through all his veins. I think he's part feral beast. Everyday he eats the rustic and all-things-nature like it's his final feast. This kid could live in the woods with nothing more then a hatchet and a bearskin and his fierce native cry. Dirt is his very favorite thing to wear and he actually swallows worms and grubs in preparation for any situation [ read more... ]

New Kingdom ::

My darling girlfriend with the big baby-blues and long goldi-locks pulled me into her sacred yearly practice of intentionality---she gives a name to every twelve months, just one word to spotlight and I've been doing this now for the past five rotations around the Son. Last week I danced with the alphabet and wrote Celebrate; narrated to you the hope I have that this will be my new personal lens for the entirety of twenty-12. Would you know? Hubby and I thought this might be a worthy practice [ read more... ]