The Mystic Embraces The Poet


She writes like a poet with the heart of a mystic”, states one well-known author of another.  The words tug at my heartstrings–those melodious tendons said to brace the heart.  I brace myself, and I imagine …

If only those words were said of me,

My heart would sing an unchained melody!

With unbroken rhythms of truth & grace,

I’d find myself in my happy place!

 Just kidding.  Not really.  LOL.

Searching for my singing heart’s motive, I ask the question, “What is a mystic anyway?”

I read the definition: “One who believes in the spiritual apprehension of truths that are beyond the intellect.”

For me, that definition is … close but no cigar.  Yes, I know, a rather every-day idiom to employ by a wannabe mystic such as myself, but please, allow me to explain!

The expression, “Close but no cigar originates from the practice of fairground booths handing out cigars as prizes.  The phrase would be said to those who gave it a good try, but did not win the prize.

My faith is based on the radical belief that the Word behind all words in scripture has been made flesh.  That flesh, a man named Jesus, is Truth.  He’s the prize I get to spiritually apprehend; the full manifestation of All Truth that extends far beyond “my truths”—my human reasoning and intellect—and leads me into the higher realm of All Truth.

So I’m running my race for the prize—the prize of apprehending greater dimensions, not of truths, but of the Truth.  In the taking, the mystic embraces the poet within and something of value, something of worth, something life-giving appears.

In the taking, I center not on what is true about me, but what is Truth about me.  I choose the Way of Truth that brings Life, and I win every time.


Writing for me becomes a dialogue with the Spirit of God.  My heart’s response to scriptures whispering through my spirit.  This dialogue flows from John 14:6, “Jesus answered, I am the way, the truth and the life …”  May the dialogue continue in you… Love & Peace.


The Power of Story


Jesus, the profoundly gifted storyteller.  He rarely told stories about God directly.  He often taught through parables.  I appreciate that aspect of his nature.  He knew how to capture the imagination.  He used creative ways to challenge, and even provoke, his listeners.

I believe that the Spirit of God still speaks through parables today.  And as a first century of the 3rd millennium, non-parable reading people, it may take some imagination, and it may take some work, but that’s what makes parables so beautiful.   We are invited into the story to take a lead part, if we so choose.  And in God’s wisdom, he leaves the moral of the story to each to determine for him or herself.

Do you have a story that challenged your way of thinking about something?  My writing often reflects those stories.  My story becomes His story, and I am transformed by the power of story.


Living in the Present Moment

See more inspirational thoughts like this at my new “Knowledge Bursts” page.

This picture was taken at the top of Mt. Washington in New Hampshire.  Oh, how I wished it were me up there!  Love & Peace.  

“He has made everything beautiful in its time. He has also set eternity in the human heart …”  Ecclesiastes 3:11 (NIV)

Mizrach: The Place of the Rising Sun


“Where sky and water meet,

Where the waves grow sweet,

Doubt not, Reepicheep,

To find all you seek,

There is the utter East.”

― C.S. Lewis


Mizrach – a Hebrew word for east.  It literally means the place of the rising sun.  I have no doubt that my eternal heart compass orients to the east—the place of the rising sun.  How about yours?

Up before dawn, we dress in silence and head for the Explorer.  We make our way up the winding Summit Road, to the top of Cadillac Mountain—the first place to view sunrise in the United States.

A rock invites me to have a seat (yes, rocks do speak, … well, sort of).  So I do, and I wait, with eyes wide-open to sky’s still-dark border at the waters of Frenchman Bay.

Earlier in the week, a friend gives me a gift—a Hebrew tallit, named P’nai by the artisans who designed it.  (I am told that the Hebrew word P’nai translates to “the blue points of light” in English.)  I lay the tallit across my lap—heart engaged in prayerful meditation, in unison with the heavens above.  I am lost in translation—drifting among the morning stars singing in chorus.

In a twinkling, I’m back, just in time to catch sight of the most magnificent fiery-red orb emerging.  The tallit upon my lap literally absorbs the chaste white rays and mysteriously glows with the radiance of the sun.

And then, something extraordinary … with sky perfectly clear, and no clouds in sight, a rainbow appears behind me.

Reflected light before me; refracted light behind.  I am surrounded in a prism of light:  wrapped in Creation’s very own tallit … in Mizrach, the place of the rising sun.

One more mountaintop experience to add to my life journal.  An experience not meant to teach but to transform.

” …The heavens declare the glory of God; the skies proclaim the work of his hands.”  Psalm 19:21 (NIV)

*The photo was taken by my husband, as I was otherwise engaged drifting among the stars and gazing into mysterious glows.  He also caught the rainbow behind me, otherwise I would have missed it completely.  Thank you, dear husband.  You know me so well. 

Overturning tables


“Jesus entered the temple courts and drove out all who were buying and selling there.  He overturned the tables of the money changers and the benches of those selling doves.” Matthew 21:12 (NIV)


Occasionally we may flip tables in the temple, but this comes only after we’ve spent time weeping over Jerusalem.


True righteous resistance is difficult to discern.  Yet this one thing I know … it does not come without tears.

It was said of Patrick Henry, one of America’s Founding Fathers, that he was trained in the tradition of righteous resistance, tutored in the principles of higher law.

A higher law–the law above the law–the higher law of love.  His name is Yeshua.  And His Love is relentless.

Jesus–the epitome of righteous resistance.  He overturns the tables of greed to make room for the blind and crippled so that they might be healed.

Maybe we just need to make some room.

True healing comes when hearts are overturned by the Higher Law of Love.  And this does not come without brokenness.  This does not come without tears.

“We are not to simply bandage the wounds of victims beneath the wheels of injustice, we are to drive a spoke into the wheel itself.”  Dietrich Bonhoeffer, German theologian and anti-Nazi dissident.

Love & Peace.

At the heart of this peripatetic soul


Everybody born comes from the Creator trailing wisps of glory. We come from the Creator with creativity. I think that each one of us is born with creativity.”  Maya Angelou

Deep down—way down deep—I am a peripatetic soul.  A wandering, roving, drifter of sorts, given to “walking about, especially while teaching”.

No need to even leave the house, this wandering of mine—this wandering of mind.  Walking the floors over emerging thoughts and ideas.  Walking them into fullness; walking them into the light.

Venturing into new lands within—some made for running and slipping away; some for lying low; others for roaming and exploring.

New lands of creative dreams and wild imaginings, where I co-create with the Spirit of God.

It takes faith—simple child-like faith to create.  But, simple does not always mean easy.

All children are born geniuses and we spend the first six years of their lives degeniusing them,” said American inventor and visionary R. Buckminster Fuller.

And the studies prove him right—98% of kindergarten children score in the genius range for divergent thinking—that innate ability to create.

That means we are hardwired to think and act creatively; it is a part of our DNA—first breathed into mankind in the Garden.

So, I’m going back to the Garden to do some wandering; to roam and explore hand-and-heart with the Creative Genius within.  To say “yes” to something bigger than myself; to risk chasing after my creative ideas.

Not for the sake of creativity itself, but for the sake of releasing beauty in extraordinary ways to a broken and hurting world.  That is creativity; and that is the heart’s desire of this peripatetic soul.


God spoke to Moses: “See what I’ve done; I’ve personally chosen Bezalel son of Uri, son of Hur of the tribe of Judah. I’ve filled him with the Spirit of God, giving him skill and know-how and expertise in every kind of craft to create designs and work in gold, silver, and bronze; to cut and set gemstones; to carve wood—he’s an all-around craftsman.  Exodus 31:1 (MSG)