There are many ways that I feel called.  I have been given the trumpet in my ear, the deep glowing Divine focused-gaze and stopping-me-in-my-tracks insistent message to speak for Her.  That’s why I write here each morning–I am a flute being as open as I can to convey Her love for you.

And then there is the mundane calling of stepping up to different roles in my life.  Putting on new hats, nicer shoes, better glasses and looking into the eyes of richer men and posing solutions to normal human hysterics.  An organizer, a human wrangler, a managerial artist–you can call me.

But actually it is just the same calling–to hum a lullaby of love that soothes the soul as we traipse through the unmapped forest of other souls.  To remind everyone of the bumper car rules as we slam and scream–the rollercoaster of life is for fun, not for tragedy.  And when tragedy does hit, just sit together and weep for the dust to dust lovely bones that we are.

Always called to walk the Way.