A wise and trusted friend once guided me in a listening prayer practice grounded in the name and identity God uniquely calls me. She asked prompts and we sat in silence together holding space to hear the whispers of God. 

 

In the void I saw a butterfly fluttering and water rippling from a pebble tossed into a pond. 

 

However small my pebble offering, or fragile my butterfly wings, the truth of God’s love for me creates a ripple effect in every area of my life. It impacts how I treat family, friends, strangers and neighbors. The name God calls me impacts how I create in the ceramic studio and hold space for others in a movement practice. 

 

I pray that as I lean into my identity as a butterfly, pebble child of God the anchor of truth will flutter and flow to others. With no expectation or requirement to control where the ripple goes I welcome you to this space of creativity and movement.