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The Paradox

“To see a world in a grain of sand and heaven in a wild flower Hold infinity in the palm of your hand and eternity in an hour.” – William Blake

“Temperance – When a sword is tempered, it is first heated to melting point then hammered into a desired shape. It is plunged into cold water. Once cooled, it is fired and hammered again until it grows sharp and strong. This tempering makes the sword worthy of being carried by a king. As we learn to endure and surrender to the fire, the hammer, the cold, we grow strong and uncomplaining. We are able to face whatever comes, holding our temper, while we ourselves are being tempered. We accept the paradox of joy and sorrow, justice and injustice, abundance and scarcity with true temperance and grace. Temperance is our ability to endure with sobriety and equanimity the transforming fires of experience and the dowsing waters of disappointment. Temperance is the ability to allow ourselves to be molded into the being we are intended to be.” – Ann Mortifee, In Love with the Mystery

May you see color, light and beauty in difficult seasons;
May you hear a symphony forming from single notes in a noisy loud world;
May you breathe in the fragrance of spring in bloom as winter lingers;
May you trust the unfolding of the story without fully understanding;
May you allow unknowing in and observe without opinion;
May you respond with grace and kindness rather than react in judgment;
May you embrace all of the paradoxes of living and allow blessings to embed gratitude in each day;
Open your heart, meet every moment, see the doorway.

“Meet Every Moment – When we lose our self-pity, a whole new world opens. We often act as if life has singled us out to cause us personal struggle. But life is simply life. We either face what comes to us with courage and forbearance, or we fall into complaining and feeling sorry for ourselves. To meet every moment as a challenge is the only way to find peace. When we are content with what is, even a setback becomes a doorway.” – Ann Mortifee, In Love with the Mystery


“We’re all born exactly who we are supposed to be, but we take these weird detours in order to fit in, or please others, or get our way, or just get by. We suffer wounds and build up scar tissue.”— Marrow: A Love Story by Elizabeth Lesser

If you know the full Easter story from Friday to Sunday, it means more this year if examined and applied to your own and our collective life. After a year of a pandemic, ongoing unrest, the anger of opinions and hatred of others different than “me,” we carry many crosses. With the mass distribution of vaccines, this Easter is different than the uncertainty of last Easter. We are in between Friday and Sunday, not where we were and not where we are going to be quite yet.

While I will get the vaccine for the rest, I am not putting my faith, hope and being into a vaccine to save the world. Jesus already saved the world. He saves us daily from our unbelief, fear and shallow living. It’s a matter of whether we choose to notice, do something about it and be changed.

While imperfect and often poorly executed, I put my faith and hope in God to save the world, not man. Today is the day in between crucifixion and resurrection. Linger here and allow it to touch your soul and transform your life. By the scars of Jesus, the empty tomb and the resurrection, our own scars can be softened to feel again, to be reborn and remade.

“SATURDAY SILENCE The shadows shift and fly. The whole long day the air trembles, thick with silence, until, finally, the footsteps are heard, and the noise of the voice of God is upon us. The Holy One is not afraid to walk on unholy ground. The Holy Work is done, and the world awaits the dawn of Life.” — Kneeling in Jerusalem by Ann Weems

Sunday light and transformation are coming, has already come and remains to this very day. Hope over despair. Choose light, accept the darkness lingers and still choose light to overcome it.

Rain Jacket

“Rain is grace; rain is the sky descending to the earth; without rain, there would be no life.” – John Updike

Against my natural instinct to not go out in the rain, I put on a rain jacket to get the girls for an end of day walk after another meeting-packed day. My last meeting yesterday was with a client who I’ve worked with for 12-years who is merging with another organization, so it was my last meeting with them. It was another good-bye. This has been a year filled with good-byes – of people, of activities we enjoy doing, of “normal” living.

Life often feels like series of good-byes and transitions. Our natural instinct is to avoid, run and hide from them like going into the rain. If we live well, we weave experiences, places and people through our fiber. They become a part of us so when things change, a piece of us is carved out of our being and we are never the same. But that is not the end of the story.

On the other side of good-byes are fresh hellos and adventures waiting to be entered when we cross the threshold of what has been to what is next. If we keep looking backwards, we miss what’s already present and what the past has prepared us for in new paths to explore. Life is a year-round classroom. We decide if we are going to learn and grow or do just enough to get a C+ by coasting unaware, stuck and dry in sameness.

Endings and beginnings are a package deal. If we allow, we concurrently enter the depth of departure and embrace the anticipation of new adventures. As a door closes, it prompts the next door to open. Often, it disguises itself as rain, so put on your rain jacket and get out into the rain, crossing the threshold to abundance and light.


“Such lovely warmth of thought and delicacy of colour are beyond all praise, and equally beyond all thanks!” – Marie Corelli

“No water, no life. No blue, no green.” – Sylvia Earle

The ice melts from the edges to the center, slowly and with certainty;
With warmth and light, the hardness dissipates into its natural fluid state;
In seasons, cycles and transitions, the hard center holds on longer;
Softening with patience, the edges move to the center bit by bit to break the full surface into the shape of water;

We break open from cracks that allow light in to soften the hardness borne of experience and time;
Allow the cracks to become openings to transform ice to water, rocks to sand;
Soften your heart, uncover your soul and release your spirit;
In the midst of the moment and depths of being, breaking becomes transformation, blessings bloom along side burdens;

We are not our burdens or blessings, we are vessels that carry them;
Separate being from doing;
Detach from effort and outcomes;
Let go of hardness and allow softening;
Let the melt of seasons happen;
Embrace, integrate and continue on;
Openings that transform ice into water.

“Change, when it comes, cracks everything open.” – Dorothy Allison

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