Tag: mysticism
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Presence in Pain
Holy motherThe one who nurtures us in her wombBirther of the rocks, the pebbles, the pedals and all the people placed and knitted into this world. This world. A world full of complexities, of creatures and creativity. There is so much to live for in the beauty of these crevices. We can feel it in…
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Forget
We forget Too often how beloved we are. Like a mother chid connection. Like the womb we are born from. We are knit seamlessly by beloved energy, eroding our hatred, our fear and our dualities of destructive ideas of difference. Don’t forget The yarn, the needle, the wrinkly delicate hands born from another woman’s bosom…
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Lions, Sparrows, Doves
Lions, Sparrows, DovesThey know. Do you?The truth, tucked deep, down inside?That running towards the headlines, text books, bachelor degrees, that Masters, those PhDs, the sophisticated language that trips up those lesser than me, has become our idol. Reliant on knowledge and in fear of vulnerable Wisdom.For Wisdom, she knows what is true, the body, the…
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You are raindrop
You are breath. Breathing the landscape, the city scrapers and the office papers. You are breath. Breathing out the energy, the wonder that makes the inhale even possible. You are not one speck of sand amongst the endless piles, you are the raindrop that falls amongst the whole of the ocean breathing in and breathing…
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Bow down, sow here
(A response to Galatians 6: 1-17) Bend down lower, right down to your knees, feel the ground, the dirt, the worms, the matter of you and me. See how it holds magic and mystery as it grows and produces, see how the brown and the wet is the earth’s golden juices. You could almost drink…
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Hope in the Divine Feminine
(A response to Psalm 30) I remember a time not far from my mind when it was cold, damp and empty above me, below me, in front and behind. A time when I was surrounded by the suffocating smog when our greed, waste and suffering was human’s repeating monologue. It was just a moment ago…
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Magic
Since I have started this new job as a group facilitator for seniors, I have been run off my feet. The work itself is not tiring. In fact, it’s when I’m able to do the work that I can slow down and be filled with life. It’s all the other things that get in the…
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Where she lives
(A response to 1 Kings 19:1-15) Listen quickly to the sounds all around,buzzing cars, espresso machines, coal mines digging up the ground The wonder of humanity and its constant exploration, of things hidden and distant, entering the puzzle of creation. And as wonderful and convenient as technology has become, I wonder if it distracts us,…
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Trinity Sunday
Trinity Sunday was last Sunday and it was a day that marked, coincided and complimented the start of Pentecost. The spirit is with us, it is always with us, it has always been with us. The recognition of this doctrine that the church has deduced from our scripture (the term ‘Trinity’ isn’t actually in the…