Calling an Army of Angels

Calling an Army of Angels

In the aftermath of the violence at our nation’s Capitol Building on January 6th, I find myself feeling anger, grief, despair and a sense of impotence or helplessness.

I sense and fully expect more violence to erupt in the days ahead, between now and Inauguration Day, and even beyond.

A sleeping monster has been awakened. Fed on a toxic brew of lies, fake victimhood, self-righteous entitlement and the glorification of violence, I fear this monster will not go quietly back to sleep any time soon.

A change in leadership, while welcomed, will not lay the monster to rest.

Our collective shadow has stepped into the spotlight, and it likes it there.

But there is a stronger Light, and I call upon it now. May an army of angels protect this nation and keep us safe from violence, insurrection and anarchy in the coming weeks and beyond. May the light of our better natures guide us into right action. May the light of Truth destroy the web of lies. May the light of Justice reveal and hold accountable all who participate in or foment insurrection. May we strive to embody the ideals this nation was founded upon – equality, freedom and true justice.


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The Boggy Marsh

The Boggy Marsh

I recently posted this map of Lake Sojourn, the territory in which the story of Fallen unfolds, on my Facebook page and asked people to pick a location they felt drawn to so I could tell them something about the meaning of that place. It turned out to be an engaging post. Interestingly, but not surprisingly, every location but one was chosen.

Nobody, apparently, wants to be in the Boggy Marsh.

Who would? The full name of this place is actually the Boggy Marsh of Fear. It’s a noxious, smelly, sticky place where one can be too easily trampled by beasts or torn up by talons. Nobody in their right mind would CHOOSE to be there.

Except we do. All the time. It seems like most of us, myself included, spend a lot of our time there, stuck in the muck of our inner fears or the fear de jour being fed to us from the constant stream of political and media messaging that permeates our awareness.

Like the leaf characters in Fallen, we wail and moan, we tremble in fear, we voice our outrage while we wait helplessly for the next calamity to strike. We grow numb to it and, as our feet sink deeper and deeper into the mud, we become paralyzed. We lose consciousness and when we lose consciousness, we are no longer in our right minds. We lose our power to choose.

Ah, but there’s opportunity here. Opportunity to name the beasts of fear that plague us, to observe their patterns and habits, to call them out, to stand up to them, to resist. We can help each other out with this. Lift each other up.

The hero of the Boggy Marsh is the one who says, “Enough!” and learns to harness the wind of self-determined action. One by one, we can leave the Boggy Marsh of Fear and set a new course. The map is full of unexplored territory, full of possibility.