Coping With What Is


I find myself encountering lots of ongoing change and it invites a stronger flexibility in living with what is.  Whether it is the change in the healthcare field in this time of COVID, or the personal changes involved in living into these shifts.  In order to cope with what is,  I am learning that somedays have to be days of mourning and allowing the feelings of loss or the longings for what isn’t.

At the heart of this is my total awareness of how little control I have and the spiritual practice of accepting what I cannot change and surrendering to a higher power or Godde to feel my way forward.

So I pause, and reach inward for that loving presence and merciful embrace that holds me and sustains me encouraging me to say yes to life and open to the new, knowing Godde is in the new!

Silent God            by Edwina Gateley

This is my prayer—That, though I may not see,I be aware Of the Silent God Who stands by me. That, though I may not feel, I be aware Of the Mighty Love Which doggedly follows me. That, though I may not respond, I be aware That God—my Silent, mighty Loving God, Waits each day. Quietly, hopefully, persistently. Waits each day and through each night For me.  For me—alone.

And so I follow my heart’s path deeper into this journey and I pause to grieve my losses and open to opportunities as I rely increasingly on the Godde of my understanding for support.


Growing Awareness


Awareness to me is an endless spiral, ever widening and expanding in an eternal way, drawing me forward.  I am in awe of all I am unaware of in me, in others, in the world. This fills my heart with wonder and invites curiosity. And so, I look at each of you and my patients and acknowledge all that I am unaware of about you and ponder all that you are unaware of about me. This is humbling and stirs in me an abiding interest in the deeper values of belonging and be-friending others to collaborate more meaningfully as human be-ings in an ever changing world. It motivates me to liberate myself and others  by relinquishing unjust power as it comes to me at the expense of others, in favor of a beloved community and a unitive world perspective.

Love Makes Us Whole


When I live in the joy of right relationship with Love as my divine source, it works in me, through me, and with me letting my heart and my passion overrule my ego and analytical mind. It accepts and allows all my imperfection. I come as I am. This frees me to connect with others, inspires creativity, agility in life’s challenging moments, a fluid sense of my being, and courage in my very vulnerability.  Give me the grace to accept your love and to love others as you love me.  May we all love each other into the wholeness of being with the very breath of kindness.

May Peace Find You


In silence learn to give of  yourself, forgive others, live with gratitude. Then you need not seek inner peace: Peace will find you!      ~ Nan Merrill

This is the path of peace for me. Through daily contemplation I slowly notice myself changing, being at peace. Things that previously ran like monkeys or rats round my mind are more easily discarded. Forgiveness and gratitude expand. I am able to be in the midst of upset or chaos with an other and not feel compelled to fix it. Above all, I release my well ingrained habit of beating myself up for my imperfection. I am learning ( slowly ) to come as I am, allow space for others too as well, and be fully human. And there is deep peace in this kind of presence.

Offering Your Compassionate Self




The story of the humming bird is about this huge forest being consumed by a fire. All the animals in the forest come out and are transfixed as they watch the forest burning and they feel overwhelmed and very powerless, except for this little humming bird. It says, “I am going to do something about this fire.” So it flies to the nearest stream, picks up a drop of water and puts it on the fire, goes up and down, up and down, up and down, as fast as it can.

In the meantime, all the other animals, much bigger ones like the elephant with its big trunk which could bring much more water, are standing there helpless. They say to humming bird, “What do you think you can do? You are too little, this fire is so big. Your wings are so little and your beak is so small, you can only bring a small drop of water at a time.”

But as they continued to discourage him, he turns to them without wasting any time and tells them, “I am doing the best I can.”

That to me is what all of us should do. We should always do like the humming bird. I may feel insignificant, but I certainly don’t want to be like the animals watching as the planet goes down the drain. I will be a humming bird. I will do the best I can.

~Wangaari  Mathai

Oh, the comfort – the inexpressible comfort of feeling safe with a person – having neither to weigh thoughts nor measure words but pouring them all right out, just as they are, chaff and grain together; certain that a faithful hand will take and sift them, keep what is worth keeping, and then with the breath of kindness blow the rest away.

~ Dinah Maria Mulock Craik

May you be graced to be this comfort offering this breath of kindness as you ‘qualitatively’ offer your compassionate self in service of the whole ‘beloved community’ we all long to feel included in.

Deep Meaning and Kinship


When I live in the joy of right relationship with Love as my divine source, it works in me, through me, and with me letting my heart and my passion overrule my ego and analytical mind. It accepts and allows all my imperfection. I come as I am. This frees me to connect with others, inspires creativity, agility in life’s challenging moments, a fluid sense of my being, and courage in my very vulnerability.  Truth, unity through kinship and belonging, goodness, justice, beauty and above all love are my deepest yearnings.  These yearnings motivate my actions – my compassion and empathy for others and ultimately, provide my life’s deepest meaning. Give me the grace to accept your love and to love others as you love me.  May we all love each other into the wholeness of being with the very breath of kindness. 

~ With life as short as a half-taken breath, don’t plant anything but love ~

~ Rumi




Beauty feels always like a thin place to me where things within and without touch and shimmer with depth and symmetry and meaning. This week, beauty arrived in my work as a chaplain giving witness to the tender, patient, love-filled ministrations of a husband gently caring for his wife ill with dementia.  I arrived at their home just as he was in the midst of changing her because she had soiled herself.  Listening to her weep in her frustration and powerlessness, telling him she wanted to die in her humiliation ~ hearing him quietly offer her words of love and reassurance, gently holding her through this ordinary occurrence in her decline.  And knowing that this is not the first, nor the last time.  This is just a moment where they are both seen with the eyes of my heart. Eyes that see her as he does ~as his precious beloved – beauty incarnate in the daily life of her ongoing diminishment.  Eyes that see him as she does ~ her precious beloved whom she fully trusts to love her and hold through her struggles, fears and desolation. There is beauty in giving witness to this wholly/holy human moment, rich with love’s sacred meaning. And so, I find a way to gently share with them the beauty that I see with the eyes of my heart as I companion them on their journey.  And, I see the tender way they look anew upon each other with great and growing love. And, I watch as they hear with the eyes of their hearts what I give witness to with my humble words. And somehow, we reflect and mirror G*d’s loving presence in this exchange . A presence that enters the world in relationship with all of creation shimmering with beauty and sacredness. Let those with eyes see! Let those with ears hear!



Balance for me is all about right relationship with myself.  When I live in the knowing that I am not in control of the good or bad things that visit me, my loved ones and others, I experience an inner freedom that allows me to navigate my outward experiences. A freedom to live knowing that suffering and happiness / light and dark are parts of being alive and will arrive in my life to school my mind and heart. And knowing that these experiences come and go and are not permanent states. I am grounded in something more rooted and woven that tethers me to a living source. A source that invites me to be free~ to find refuge in my senses, to return to myself, to this eternal source within,  allowing it to claim and calm me in the serenity of stillness. I am free to be imperfectly me ~ free to see the light and beauty in others ~ free to risk well, or poorly ~ free to enter the world soul first ~ free to live and love this day wholly – holy alive.

May Grace G*d Breathe On You


Hebrew and Aramaic scholars tell us, that in those languages the same word means ‘spirit’, ‘breath’, and ‘wind’.  And, G*d’s name YHWH -pronounced Yahweh – is believed to be too holy to be spoken.  And, YHWH, is comprised of aspirated consonants that, spoken, are the sound of breathing …the same sounds we make when breathing in and out. And therefore, the first and last thing each of us will say in this context is the name of G*d – G*d as the act and sound of breathing…. a beautiful thought to me ….what a generous G*d …. with a name that we can’t help but speak every moment we’re alive. Each of us, all of us, now, always, here, everywhere, awake, or asleep, whispering the name of G*d through our breath.  What an ineffable and amazing piece of Grace ~ G*d with us in the ordinary and sacred experience of breathing to live.

I encounter this ordinary Grace in my work daily… even in the awkwardness of ppe (personal protection equipment) and distancing protocols …. just this week, as I guided the son and daughter of a dying man to touch him, anoint him and bless him as I offered prayers.  Grace permeated our moment on the sacred threshold of life and death.
We stood on the threshold of differing realities … a thin place… and a sacred exchange for certain. G*d’s grace poured forth in an amazing and powerful way. Love in our offering to this man …. his two children claiming him as G*d’s beloved … birthed transforming love in return…. a sacred sharing of Grace received.

For me, Grace is this personal and intimate experience of unconditional, unearned, and limitless love and mercy. It meets me in the sacred ordinary moments of life and never leaves me there, opening my mind and heart to the ‘divine world of infinite abundance’.

Loving the Heart of Our Hurting World


W.S. Merwin

with the night falling we are saying thank you
we are stopping o­n the bridge to bow from the railings
we are running out of the glass rooms
with our mouths full of food to look at the sky
and say thank you
we are standing by the water looking out
in different directions

back from a series of hospitals back from a mugging
after funerals we are saying thank you
after the news of the dead
whether or not we knew them we are saying thank you
in a country up to its chin in shame
living in the stench it has chosen we are saying thank you

over telephones we are saying thank you
in doorways and in the backs of cars and in elevators
remembering wars and the police at the back door
and the beatings o­n stairs we are saying thank you
in the banks that use us we are saying thank you
with crooks in office with the rich and fashionable
unchanged we go on saying thank you thank you

with the animals dying around us
our lost feelings we are saying thank you
with the forests falling faster than the minutes
of our lives we are saying thank you
with the words going out like cells of a brain
with the cities growing over us like the earth
we are saying thank you faster and faster
with nobody listening we are saying thank you
we are saying thank you and waving
dark though it is.       (From Annie Lamott,  Traveling Graces)

As I live the stark realities of the COVID19 Pandemic in my work as a healthcare chaplain and my life as a woman living, loving and caring for others, I reach the limits of my mind’s ability to respond.  And from there, I am called back to my heart’s way of sustaining in the midst of so much pain, sorrow and uncertainty.  Returning to the depths of my heart’s way of being, I reconnect with a true sense of my connection to the hearts of those who serve, those who suffer, those who survive and those who die.  I meet the mystical truth that my heart and the Heart of the universe are united in You – source and sustenance of all life; the Living Presence within all presence.

I find courage and strength to open and hold the heart of this hurting world.  Through the wisdom and strength of Love, the eyes of my heart open and see You as the very heart of the hurting world ~ the place of blessing, the place of grace ~ the sacred place.

And touching this sense of the goodness of life, I look around me and I see the countless expressions of love’s treasure unfolding everywhere. People serving and self-sacrificing to tend the heart of the hurting world. And my heart sees clearly the Living Presence in every presence and my soul breathes hope.