Tag: Wisdom

Bel, the Dragon, and a chapter of Daniel that got left out. There is a story most Protestant Christians were never taught… Daniel 14. It’s called Bel and the Dragon, and it was once included as part of the book of Daniel in ancient Scripture. Catholics and Orthodox Christians still keep it. But for many…

There’s a thing about holding power, and most folks don’t talk about it plain. Not because they don’t feel it.But because they’ve been taught to look for it in the wrong places. They think power lives in politics, in boardrooms, in pulpits, in wealth, in titles stitched on a name badge or printed on a…

Once upon a time, before fear got tangled up with faith and folks started hollering louder than they listened, the world was watched over by keepers. Not kings.Not devils.Guardians. Every people knew them, even if we called them different names.Some said Watchers.Some said dragons sleeping under mountains.Some said Green Man, Wild Man, little people, or…

I no longer allow the dilution of my spirit by fear-based systems or borrowed beliefs. I refuse to let old programming encapsulate my soul or shrink my knowing. She is free now — free to roam this life guided by intuition, unburdened by voices that once tried to still her heart, quiet her tongue, or…

What if truth is actually perspective? Then truth ain’t a single straight fence line running across the field.It’s more like a quilt —same scraps, different hands, different stitches,different reasons for where the seam turns. If truth were only one rigid thing, it would break people.Perspective is the mercy that lets truth be heldwithout shattering the…

Long before Christmas had a name, there was Mother’s Eve—the night before the Winter Solstice, when women tended the hearth and listened close. It was the eve of the longest night, when the dark reached its full stretch and then, without fanfare, began to loosen its grip. Mothers knew this turning by feel, not by…

Something woke me this morning. Intuition was telling me to go to the greenhouse. So I put my coat on, loaded my pockets and grabbed my cup of coffee. I started up the kerosene heater, turned on some music and sat in my comfy chair with a blanket tossed across my lap. That’s when the…

These days, when I step out on my porch at night, somethin’ in the world feels different — cleaner, clearer, like the lights have been turned on in a place that shouldn’t even have switches.The stars look brighter.The leaves tell on whatever walks the forest.But the strangest part?I ain’t afraid.I ain’t even watchful.I’m just… awake.Not…

I used to think life had a finish line—somewhere I’d finally arrive, all wise and steady. Turns out, it’s a spiral, not a road. I keep circling the same lessons till they soften and let go. Even the pinecone’s been trying to teach me that much. I’ve sat with the dying and felt the air…