Tag: Jesus


letting God kiss us


  "But what happens when we open our eyes and see the face of God looking down at us, smiling, delighted with us, sitting in the lotus position in the leaves above our head and looking down into our face upside-down, smirking. Leaning in to kiss our forehead, and smooth...

Jesus


When I wake up in the morning I feel like he looks.  Determined.  Resilient, Trusting nobody. Standing tall even in a onesy. This photo was taken by my Dad when I was one. 1964.  Not much has changed. But then I sit, as my adult self, and I pray. When...

something new


The death of patriarchy in our society and our church has begun, though slowly.  White men will no longer be in charge. Women will begin to take over and systems which have prevailed for centuries will topple.  Men’s insecurities will no longer motivate what happens on our planet and perhaps...

sticky touch and a kiss


“Touch. It is touch that is the deadliest enemy of chastity, loyalty, monogamy, gentility with its codes and conventions and restraints. By touch we are betrayed and betray others ... an accidental brushing of shoulders or touching of hands ... hands laid on shoulders in a gesture of comfort that...

anger and fear


A spiritual guide sat with me yesterday and explained something which I had never previously understood.  Indeed, at 53 very little seems like it could surprise me and yet this did.  It was new information as a human and it shocked me that I was unaware of it, the way...

pinks and blues


This mosaic image of Jesus in The National Cathedral has long been one of my favorites.  But since moving to Denver, it has taken on a new importance because the pinks and blues surrounding Jesus are easily recognizable to anyone who lives here.  This is an evening Denver sky. We...

Rye, reality and relationships


Making spice bowls, like this one which holds brown sugar, is fast work.  A ball of clay the size of a golf ball and in about 4 seconds it is a small bowl.  The redish brown of the brown sugar sets nicely against the blues of the glaze. This little...

exchanging our speeches for silence


It takes great courage to be gentle.  And it takes especially great courage to be gentle with our selves.  We hold tightly onto the things we have chosen to believe.  We think things and then we choose, for whatever reason, to believe the things we think. Its insanity and we...