Decaf Moment: Spring Breath

Spring Breath: Spring whispers in; defying frost with the gentle strength of a crocus who, hearing the ancient summons, and unperturbed by iced air and frozen earth, simply stretches sunwards and skywards, while, from its saffron gold heart, it hymns the seasons wheel to turn anew. So too, the soul, when awareness dawns of Divine…

Decaf Moment: Entering the Desert

Entering the Desert: Go within, to the deepest place of your heart, and find there the lenten desert places; the spaces of non-beginning, perished growth, old wounds, and, sins… Once there, in the searing honesty of soul’s sight, feeling its unforgiving heat, drought driven and bowed by the burden of being, simply cry, “Mercy!” and…