This is the first in a series of blogs I will be writing that illustrate my awakening. An awakening to how beautiful life seemed once I freed myself from religious indoctrinations that were forced on me from a very young age.
I learned to accept that I would not be able to understand God in my mortal form. Although I was doing my best to hear him and interpret his words … Continue Reading Praying for Scissors
Imagine what we could change if we changed the way we use our imaginations Scientists have discovered that nearly every hemisphere of the brain is engaged when we use our … Continue Reading Imagine what we could change if we changed the way we use our imaginations
Britney was running so fast to the sound of an attack on her sheep that she ran headlong into something she had never seen in the grasslands before. The monster … Continue Reading Poor Britney…
The poem below was written for my mom. It is also an attempt to reason with the passing of time, memory, and regret. I loved my mom and had a very … Continue Reading Memories of Mom
You were never to begin although summers come to an end. Neither wayward eyes nor watering skies could ever divert your devotion. Not one drop reaches the floor of the … Continue Reading Not One Drop Reached the Floor of the Ocean
Follow the Light? When I was a young ministry student I was torn about my desire to attend a real college or to continue on with a seminary program I … Continue Reading Predator of the Deep and Impressionable