Transformation

Saga of a dropout doper

At the age of 15 I decided I was going to be a writer. I loved books, and writing them seemed to be the greatest thing in the world to do. Now after eight...

Silent Retreat: A Stationary Pilgrimage

"The longest journey you will make in your life is from your head to your heart" - Sioux legend In December, friends offered to host a four day, mostly silent meditation retreat at their mountain...

EXPLORING THE DIVINE FEMININE

Some newly restored frescoes in the Catacombs of Priscilla show what many see as evidence that the early Christian church had women priests. But The Vatican quickly dismissed the claims of the Women's Ordination...

Lectio Poetica: Becoming Who We Are

“All the birds and creatures of the world are unutterably themselves.” – David Whyte During the catastrophic flooding here in Colorado back in September, we discovered a tiny sparrow lurking in our patio garden. We...

Improv as Spiritual Practice

I just passed the half-way point of an improvisational acting class, my first in many years. I enrolled out of a desire to have fun and practice spontaneity.  While “practicing spontaneity” might sound like...

Reclaim the Divine Feminine: Connect to Your Creative Spirit | New Workshop for 2014

A Six Week Series led by Jude Rittenhouse When: Begins Tuesday, March 25, 2014,  7 pm (Eastern Time) Whether you write, paint, draw, sing, cook, raise children, dance, take care of elderly parents, run a household or a...

A Mixed Lineage

This past weekend I meditated with Susan Piver as I participated in her Open Heart Project Virtual Retreat (susanpiver.com). Susan is a terrific meditation teacher, and I have been using her beautifully-voiced instructions in...

SonRise Insights-Lessons Along the Path With God

Last week, my husband, Brian and I and celebrated our 12 year anniversary by playing hooky from church to go on a long hike.  It was a beautiful fall day, and we decided to...

Anxiety Closet

I decide to address the problem of my home office when the piles of paper begin spilling off the desk and onto the floor. It’s really difficult to be productive when “stuff” takes over...

My Soul, My Sprite of Inner Light

It was a summer day. The afternoon heat had summoned clouds from crystal blue, and thunder rolled across the heavens as a reminder; the sky still had a voice. As I trudged onward, the...