Author Archives: wbgayle

Unknowing is such a hard place to be. I want certainty and clarity or at least directional signs to prove I am right on track leaving no room for doubt. There is discomfort in unknowing. It is here I find … Continue reading →

There are times when my energy is low and I have no creativity. Nothing excites me or captures my attention to draw me out of my fallowness. Yet resting the soul feeds and creates a time of renewed growth. EPIPHANY … Continue reading →

A rainy day, snuggled on the sofa with a fleece blanket and a puppy, whose shape and color remind me of a cinnamon roll as she sleeps curled upon my lap.   The work can wait. This sweet quiet time is … Continue reading →

As I age, I feel myself pulling back the world feels less familiar to me change is happening so quickly that the past seems like a blur, the pace of life so fast the future is here without warning. What … Continue reading →

Grace allows me to see beyond myself to things which I have overlooked or noticed only peripherally. I see yet I am truly blind. Please open my eyes Holy Spirit so that I may embrace all you reveal. EPIPHANY January … Continue reading →

Words imbue great power. Our liturgy reveals the passion of the ancients in its cadence, linking me to the roots of my faith in a way contemporary language cannot, a worthy pilgrimage via the past. EPIPHANY January 25, 2018

If every creature is a word of God, a living alphabet of God’s grace, then all of creation becomes a vessel of the divine brimming with love to share. This language of love is God’s way of revealing himself now. … Continue reading →

When I sit at my desk, its smooth curved legs and rich wooden grain, I sit for hours working without moving from my chair. Time disappears as I get lost in a myriad of daily tasks. It is my kingdom … Continue reading →

Too often we assign extreme value to things that we own. They are but shadows of relationships we treasure. When we no longer possess them, we still have the memories they hold without the clutter they once occupied. EPIPHANY January … Continue reading →