"Do not be dismayed by the brokenness of the world. All things break. And all things can be mended. Not with time, as they say, but with intention. So go. Love intentionally, extravagantly,unconditionally. The broken world waits in darkness for the light that is you."...read more
“We don’t live in the Garden of Eden. It’s a mess down here on earth. I believe God wants us to get busy and do what we can to make the world better. God wants us to not be commanded in all things and to use our capacities to make a difference. I believe God blesses...read more
A beloved friend recently reached out in anguish, seeking reassurance during a time of self-doubt, a struggle she has faced since childhood trauma reared its ugly head. I was slow in answering, because I was away from my desk, and not immediately available. When I...read more
Listening to the Spirit enlarges our capacities to serve and help others. Listening to the Spirit expands our souls and frees our light to shine in unexpected ways – whether for great and grand purposes – or equally as important – for the small, seemingly inconsequential moments that make all the difference to the One.read more
I am just as I was always was, and just as I was meant to be. I am enough. I AM LOVE.read more
The Write Place at the Right Time A Notebook, a Pen and an Ant Yesterday my soul-friend Jeanie and I had a big conversation about what she does, and what I do, and how we can help each other in our side gigs. Or not. But either way, we will still love each other as...read more
Did I think that I had to be poor to enter into the Kingdom of Heaven?… Yes… That I had to be poor to be loved by God?
Yes…. Is that true? No…. God loves you from infinity, to infinity, and beyond.
I love writing. I love expressing myself through words. Words have so many nuances. I love that I can muscle test and know which words to use. I love that when it’s the wrong word or phrase, my intuition will lead me to the right ones. Those without the sacred gift of writing think it is difficult. They think I am compelled to write by some evil magician or because of an odd pathological obsessive compulsive behavior. But truth being – I write because I love to write. I can express myself through the written word in a way that satisfies my soul. I write to create. I write to process. I write for healing. I write to share. I write to feel the joy.read more
We always get what we want. We don’t always know why we want it. Often we create either too much of what we don’t want, or not enough of what we do want. Clearing deep resentments was not the session I expected. But it was just what I needed. Thank you, thank you, thank you.read more
Scarcity and fear no longer motivate my words.
But when it comes time to create something new,
I am finding within myself a strange emptiness…
“Deer run lightly amongst majestic fir trees still wrapped in blankets of snow. Daffodil bouquets sprout randomly in the meadow. There is solace in the certainty that spring follows winter.” ~ Jo Lyn Cornelsenread more