Easter Vigilantes & Holy Renegades

The past three days I’ve been causing a ruckus.

A sacred ruckus. At Old Mission Santa Barbara church.

Holy Thursday. Good Friday. Saturday Evening Vigil.

Three days of experiencing the mystery of faith, without needing to solve or figure anything out. Three days to just experience rituals, beauty, music, chants, prayers, and most importantly, solitude juxtaposed with community.

It’s now almost midnight on Saturday. I am too tuckered to write a new piece, so I am sharing my Instagram posts from this past holy week. They portray my experience, where I found by surrendering my old daily schedule, I created a new adventure that restored my faith and reignited my creative spark. 

Holy juxtaposition.

Palm Sunday cross. Irish ancestral painting.

In our solitude, we often find holy communion, as well as random grace.

THIS is the holy juxtaposition I've been experiencing all week through little, random, sacred moments. Like how Holy Week is full of sacraments, retrogrades and tax returns. Palm fronds, sacred oils, full moons, and colored eggs. Priests, Astrologists, Rabbis, and CPAs.

As John Prine wrote, "it's a big ole goofy world", this communion of saints and sinners, and apostles and renegades. Thankful for Divine grace, Jesus love, and Holy Spirit camaraderie.

Good Friday. Rugged cross. Smiling Jesus.

My Dad carved this cross when he was a young boy. Jesus on the cross through the eyes of a child. The crown of thorns. Nail marks. And a smile. A smile. Not the typical crucifixion emotion or mood of Good Friday.  And yet, maybe it is, through the eyes of a child who sees Jesus as a trusted, faithful, and loving friend.

This cross reminds me of sacred innocence. And holy gifts of Hope. Grace. Love. Perhaps this is the mystery of a life lived as Christ. To keep smiling, knowing Divine love and resurrection always dawns and dispels hate and darkness.

Easter tombs. Mystery wombs.

Love conspires. Vigil fires.

Comfort shakened. Hearts awakened.

Sacred beads. Glory leads.

Triduum pause. Blessed cause.

Life & death. Sacred breath.

Hope venerated. Faith consecrated.

Solemn veneration. Joyful celebration. .


Moments cocooned in mystery and faith

always give birth to new life and beauty.

This Easter, may you be cocooned in mystery, grace, and love. And may you rise to mystery’s invitation to manifest and share your unique gifts with the world. Gifts which bring you great joy. Gifts which bring light and love to others.

Happy Easter & BIG hugs,



Moving Through Life Changes with Love & Trust

Full moon. Rain showers. High surf.

A trinity of sacred light and holy waters.

The convergence of steady rain showers with the full moon, whose alluring glow causes tides to jitterbug closer to the shore, has been changing the appearance of Santa Barbara.

Already a gorgeous haven of gentle mountains, sea cliffs, stunning beaches, and mysterious coastal islands, Santa Barbara’s landscape is even more enchanting as a result of receiving blessings of much awaited rain showers.

Marine-layer clouds cover the mesa in a misty embrace. Only the tallest palms peek above the fog. Throughout the day, clouds curtsy, revealing petticoat blue skies. Awaiting their curtain call, hummingbirds descend upon butterfly bushes.

Low tides at Hendry’s Beach unveil long, green tendrils of kelp covering mussel-speckled rocks. High tides bring seawater closer to shore, offering treasure troves of seashells.

Along my courtyard fence, a bright green sentinel of succulents stands extra plump and happy. Along with the Manzanita trees, they look rejuvenated, transformed by recent rains.

Nature inherently knows to welcome change. She genuflects to the moon’s magnetism, rain showers, and ocean tides - sacred rhythms in all life changes and creative processes. It’s an eternal dance of dark & light, life & death, and mystery & faith.

When encountering creative droughts or life changes, this dance can either be a wonky two-step or graceful waltz. It’s vital to trust sacred rhythms such as movement & stillness, and mystery & revelation when writing a story, composing a song, or painting a canvas. Or in other sacred processes such as moving through a relationship or career change. Or releasing old fears and worries suffocating the soul which yearns for ease and joy.

Lately I’ve felt discontentment about a Mail Chimp drought and not sharing my writing for a few weeks. Observing nature these past few days, I’m reminded how the more I pause and genuflect to the rhythms of nature and my breath, the easier the landscape of my heart and blank journal page is transformed by sacred light and holy waters.

Sacred light in the form of the divine spark that eternally remains lit in the kindling of my childlike imagination. In this light, fear disappears like shadows at sunrise. Words appear with ease and joy, just as soft pinks and bashful blues appear in the sky over the ocean every morning and evening.

Holy waters herald divine transformations. In Santa Barbara, the sky opened and raindrops fell, softening the earth and new grass appeared. Likewise my heart opened, softened by teardrops and a steady practice of yoga and pranayama (breathing practices). Soon words fell on my blank journal page.

I believe by watching nature beautifully transform under the magic of moonlight and rain showers I could finally and gracefully, as the poet-mystic Van Morrison wrote, “let go into the mystery.”

Mystery is the divine grace and creative magic that is ever found in the moment of surrender.

Over the next few days, I invite you to seek out sacred light and holy waters. Watch moonbeams sparkle on dark waters or sleeping trees. Enjoy a sunrise or sunset.

Observe how the contrast of dark and light, allows light to become more brilliant. Offer gratitude to dark unknowns in your life, for they help your heart’s sacred light burn brighter. Bring your deepest heart’s desires into the light of love. Bless them with holy waters of trust.

When fear or worry creep in, pause, close your eyes, and listen to your breath. Try Bellows Breath or just do slow, steady, deep breathing with eyes closed for 3-4 minutes.  Observe emotions that appear on the shore of your heart. No judgment, just curiosity. Inhale love and trust. Exhale fear and worry. This is simple meditation and sacred prayer.

You are the bright moon in the vast sky.

You are the tides dancing with joy when life beckons change.

You were made to weather life changes and ride sea swells into the unknown with the ease and grace of dolphins.

Trust sacred light to cast away fears.

Trust holy waters to carry you to the tender shoreline of God’s embrace.

Happy new year and BIG hugs,