“…the most trustable form of soul balance is when you trust it to happen of itself.” —John O’Donohue

“You’re able to begin to notice that God speaks to us, God comes to us in our experience, that God becomes known; God becomes flesh in our everyday experience.” - Jonathan Merritt

This playlist is not designed to tell you that your dark night of the soul is not so bad, nor is it an attempt to coax you out of your dark night.

This is an evocative poem in Ó Tuama’s own voice. What words stick with you when you listen/watch? What is your felt sense of the poem?

When someone sees and welcomes us with lovingkindness consistently, it makes space for us to see and welcome ourselves. 

Coming home to our bodies is about recognizing we are complex beings whose present-tense needs are worthy of time and care. These needs are not distractions, but rather, a portal to our deepest wisdom.

Here’s what’s emerging for me as I contemplate Meister Eckhart and John O’Donohue’s image of the soul as a shared dwelling place.

A poem about coming home to ourselves, to inner wisdom—not as an end in itself, but as the place we perceive the ways we are interconnected.

Naming our felt sense of something helps us connect with the wisdom of our body. This video that describes the process I draw on in spiritual direction.

In trauma-informed spiritual direction, we seek to recover and deepen a direct connection with wisdom.

When you attend to the way the dawn comes, you learn how light can coax the dark. Quietly before you is the mystery of a new dawn, the new day. —John O’Donohue

Here’s an invitation to engage with poetry as a prism for Spirit. What words shimmer for you in this poem?

“Prayers are tools not for doing or getting, but for being and becoming.” Follow the threads that call you and listen for what is stirred with you.

One day your child may summon the courage to tell you their most tender truth. Here’s what I wish I would have known before mine did.

A playlist for days we are holding the paradox of Sorrow & Joy. Naming and feeling our own pain reminds of our connectedness to others, in sorrow and love.

Off-the-beaten-path threads of spiritual wisdom woven into a tapestry of wisdom on grief. Whether we are grieving the loss of a loved one, a faith community, a dream, or a self-image, in attuning to our felt sense granularly, we bear witness.

I was in a minor car accident a couple of weeks ago. Though not badly hurt, I received a prescription for brain rest. My doctor also suggested bundling up and going outside to be among the trees and birds. Nature as medicine.

“What if all of the love that you ever dream of already belongs to you?” —Jess Ray