I Sing the Mystery
I sing until my heart strengthens and I feel my Gone-befores gather ‘round me. In that moment, I know love...
I sing until my heart strengthens and I feel my Gone-befores gather ‘round me. In that moment, I know love...
In a softer light, my awful faults change like clouds, into something curious, forgivable. In a softer light, the hurts...
As if I were a cloistered nun in that Carmelite convent in Iowa, the one that turned me down at...
One summer in the 1990’s at a Spiritualist Camp in Wisconsin, I worked as a Medium. Was I a Medium?...