Spirit of God

The spirit of God

Has seen its reflection

In the darkness of the waters

The darkness is the anchor

That holds the spirit of God in place

The waters are those on which the spirit rests

When the spirit of God moves

It is time to raise up the anchor

So we are free to sail


Genesis 1:2

“…and darkness was upon the face of the deep. And the spirit of God moved upon the face of the waters.”

White Dove

This lovely creature graced me with her presence in November, and has been visiting every day since then. I first saw her on the peak of my roof at dusk one evening. She had feathered feet, so I texted a pic to the Audubon Society in my area, and they said she was a “fancy pigeon,” a domesticated bird, not native to this area, and most likely an escaped pet. She stayed to herself at first, but soon became friends with the resident pigeons. She seems to have adapted well to being out in the wild, and maybe she is happy to be free. I feel so blessed to have her here, and she is welcome to visit me for as long as she wants.

Birthing Christ Consciousness

{In collaboration with Amber at DiosRaw}

Birthing Christ Consciousness with every splinter of crucified ego

The Creator emerges from his shattered creation

To dunk his head into dual waters of revolving doors

Flowing with the river ever in search for the sea

Drawn to a beckoning of Spirit chasing and running echos

Giving way to the call of the wild, the hunter and the prey

Forgive them for they do not know what they do whispers my inner eye

That key opened the door to all the wonders of the world

To shed the layers of emotional karmic drama strewn across the planes of creation

By breaking through the walls of the conditioned mind, transcending time

For Christ’s garment of love has no seams

Each thread woven together as one forming a perfect tapestry

{In collaboration with Amber at DiosRaw}