A Goose River Spiral Dance on an Easter Sunday

We gathered at the river’s edge before an Eastern sky alive with an awakening promise

Inviting the curiosity of wild geese gliding on a river pink with the sky’s reflection

A softly clucking commotion that somehow, beyond explanation

Connected with us as brothers and sisters of Creation

And joined in with the Easter Sunrise Worship

Ice and the March air's bite could not restrain our collective joy

“He is Risen!”

Wild geese lined up

(It was now our turn to be curious)

None of us had ever seen such a thing before

And then, one behind the other

They glide, softly murmuring, and turning inward creating the most beautiful spiral dance

Our beautiful call to worship

When the Stone is Rolled Away

When the stone is rolled away

And we let go of the notion

That we are not lovable…

When we see ourselves as creations

Knitted together by the Creator

In mother's wombs & father's dreams…

When we let go and allow ourselves

To love what the Creator has created

Our strength and vulnerability...

When we dare to reach out

And touch the hem of the garment

Brave enough to ask for what we need…

When we place our hands

Alongside the hands of angels

And roll the stone away…

Perhaps the tombs of our fear will open

To a rushing in of the breath of Sophia

And dry bones will be filled with new life…

Oooh, to be willing participants

In our own emancipation!

Oooh, to risk coming fully alive!

When the Stone is Rolled Away

When the Stone is Rolled Away

When the stone is rolled away
And we let go of the notion

that we are not lovable…

When we see ourselves as creations
Knitted together by the Creator

In mother's wombs & father's dreams…

When we let go and allow ourselves

To love what the Creator has created
Our strength and vulnerability...

When we dare to reach out

And touch the hem of the garment
Brave enough to ask for what we need…

When we place our hands

Alongside the hands of angels

And roll the stone away…

Perhaps the tombs of our fear will open

To a rushing in of the breath of Sophia

And dry bones will be filled with new life…

Oooh, to be willing participants

In our own emancipation!

Oooh, to risk coming fully alive!

A Mother's Reminder

Parting the Red Sea's not so hard

You just gotta keep moving forward like Moses

And it doesn't matter if you march, dance, stagger, crawl, or run...

Hell, stumble and roll if you have to

Just always keep moving forward

Smell that

Open your mouth and taste it

You know what that is? It's the Winds of Change

Don't you ever forget that smell, that taste

Remember it, and when it comes you go with it

Keep moving forward

Elemental

Singing my Soul to the ocean

Slowing down
Slowing down
Slowing down

Sinking
Sinking
Sinking 

Into the Day
Into the Gift
Into the Promise

Open myself to the sky
Merge my breath with the winds
Offer up my shoulders to the Sun for a warm kiss

Loosening

Letting the weightiness of unanswered questions take flight on the wings of the seagull

Loosening my grip
Opening up my hands

Sinking
Sinking
Sinking

My flesh and my bones into the sand of my earthiness
Ooooh this beautiful, soft dance of giving and receiving

Letting salt water's rise and fall, cleanse and  reveal the treasure
Of a heart vulnerable but willing

To forgive
To love
To be Joy filled

The Giving

And Spring came

And she gave of herself

To the frozen waters of her old friend

The Northumberland Strait.

Whispered words of reunion

Mingled warmly between the two

And they melted

One into the other.

The Heaviness of Loss

There is a heaviness to loss, to grief

An abundance of feelings that flood our bones

And weigh down our steps

We carry it daily

Sometimes embracing

Sometimes resenting

And still...we carry

I sit here today, my mood reflective

What can be done with this experience of loss

That seems to be so much a part of living

Do we stall? Confront? Shut down? 

OR

Can we, instead,

Plant seeds of 'hope and mercy' deep within the loss

Can we, believe

Like the seed, that sleeps in winter, in our own resilience

And give beauty the time it needs to take root and grow

To transform the pain of loss into medicine

For ourselves, and for others

Metanoia

a limitless and vast keeper of the shadow and light

holding  space for abundance

holding space for loss 

Space to "Be."

Fully

Hesitantly

Joyfully

Sorrowfully

Holding onto the hem

Holding on to Grace within certainty and within doubt

Trusting and breathing in, 

"We are always in the presence of God, because God surrounds us."

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The below quote was borrowed from Robert (Bob) Lockhart.  

"We are always in the presence of God, because God surrounds us." - Bob Lockhart