Embracing Solstice
Winter Solstice is tugging at me this year, perhaps because so much of this long year has been about pause, and full of death and the unknown. I yearn for new life. Yet I know that new life takes time to develop, timing that is not in my control. (A warm spring does...In the Stream Together
We are living neath the Great Big Dipper We are washed by the very same rain We are swimming in the stream together, some in power and some in pain We can worship this ground we walk on, cherishing the beings that we live beside Loving spirits will live forever,...Advice from the Cards
Seldom is tarot a subject of this blog, but today, as we enter our third month of pandemic, I felt it was time to find out what advice the tarot has for us right now. So I composed questions, opened my intuitive doorway, and let my hand choose cards from within my...Painting With My Dead Friend
Holly, a dear friend of mine, died last summer. She was a writer and a creative soul in many ways, including artmaking of all kinds. She was an imaginative free spirit who appreciated the unconventional. So her art was usually quirky. Self-taught, she didn’t often...Respite from the Mind
I’ve just returned home from several enchanted days on Lake Superior. My greedy mind — muted for awhile by movement, story, song, beauty, affection, and silence — now wants to read mail, catch up on national news, make necessary appointments, resume tasks set...Share This Post
Welcome to Whisperings
“There is a place where words are born of silence,
A place where the whispers of the heart arise.”
— Rumi
I will ponder here what whispers to me in the silence. I’d love for you to whisper back; maybe we will all get clearer—or maybe, like in the old kids’ game of “telephone” we will end up somewhere else entirely (which would be fun too)
