I am a Prayer Artist. Not because I decided I was. How could I? I’d never heard of such a thing. And neither had anyone else. I know this because when I googled prayer artist, nothing—I mean nothing—came up. But I clearly heard those two words whispered in my left ear in the wee hours…Read More
This has been and continues to be a most extraordinary year. And I don’t think we have even begun to understand what is afoot. We came into 2020 with a knowing that everything was about to change—every astrologer has been saying that. They’ve been beating the drum of change since 2015. Each year has had its…Read More
The heart of radical prayer is forgiving everyone. Everyone. We begin by gazing. We gaze with love at those we find hard to love.Read More
My body is more than a temple for the divine, my body is divine.
This is beyond an idea. This is a living sensation. A deep body knowing. You can’t learn that your body is holy, you feel it. And you feel it in your body. So how do you get there?
There is a vital connection between creativity and mysticism. To make art is to make love with the sacred.Read More
When Susan Matyas sent an email inviting me to speak at her “The Ageless Woman” summit, I started laughing.
Not at her. Or at her summit. But at this crazy synchronicity.Read More
After 4 deep personal experiences with Ho‘oponopono, we are turning our love and prayers toward our shared mother, our One Mother, Mother Earth.Read More
What is prayer? Have you ever asked yourself this question?
I never did.
Prayer was simply what we did as a child.
No one sat me down and talked about what prayer is or who we’re praying to or why. It was just assumed. It was in the air.
And I didn’t question it.Read More
When I first heard the words, “prayer artist” in the night, I didn’t have a clue what it meant or where it would take me. And it scared me.Read More
When I clearly heard “prayer artist” in the night 11 months ago, I had a choice. Even in the dark in the middle of the night, I knew I had a choice. But here’s the problem:
My body voted one way. My heart another.