It is love that fashions us into the fullness of our being — not our looks, not our work, not our wants, not our achievements, not our parents, not our status, not our dreams. These are the fodder and the filler, the navigating fuels of our lives; but it is love: who we love, how we love, why we love, and that we love which ultimately shapes us.
~ Daphne Rose Kingma ~
From bottom left and clockwise: Olive, Poppy, Jason and I on our favorite rock. Star Island, NH.
Cadillac Mountain revelry. Mt. Desert Island, ME.
Olive and Poppy on the rocks. Ogunquit, ME.
First day as Island Minister outside the chapel at sunset. Star Island, NH.
Rabbi Karen's Ministerial Service Dog and my trusted Chaplaincy partner, Tamari, at Hebrew Senior Life. Dedham, MA.
Our favorite ice cream spot. Ice-cream has helped see us through this pandemic, how about you? Exeter, NH.
With Rothko at the Museum of Contemporary Art in Los Angeles, CA.
Graduation Day in Marsh Chapel, Boston University's School of Theology.
Poppy, Olive and I at Marsh Chapel. Boston, MA.
Our favorite day hike, Mt. Agamenticus, ME.
Taking in the Merrimac River from Deer Island. Newburyport, MA.
The joy of voting embodied, November 3, 2020. Amesbury, MA.
The strongest Lyons I know: Grandma Norah and my mom, Cass. 2010, Los Angeles, CA.
In 2018 I went on a Goddess Pilgrimage to Crete with 18 other women from around the world. We studied with feminist theologian Dr. Carol Christ for two weeks, and learned about the forgotten Minoan Civilization–an egalitarian people who centered the ways of the Divine Feminine for tens of thousands of years. These are just a few images from this unforgettable trip…You can use the arrows on the bottom left to scroll through them.
We all begin as a bundle of bones lost somewhere in a desert, a dismantled skeleton that lies under the sand. It is our work to recover the parts. It is a painstaking process best done when the shadows are just right, for it takes much looking.
— Clarissa Pinkola Estès