I’ve always described myself as “spiritual but not religious.” I’m finding, however, that grace and transformation is found somewhere in the middle.
Becoming More Me
On this Thanksgiving I am most grateful for this blog, the people who’ve helped me with it, and how it has helped me to be more fully me.
Finding Peace in the Detours of Life
Detours are a fact of life. My worry and rage accomplish nothing because each situation resolves in its time. Sometimes, they even lead to something better.
Freaking Out! Again.
Fear keeps trying to push me toward the safe choices. But that won’t get me anywhere I want to go.
Looking for Love
And finding it where I hadn’t expected. With my Dad.
Discovering and Living My, Not Other’s, Truth
It is only when I am fully me and explore and exercise my passions and truth that I can do whatever it is that I am meant to do with this life.
I Love Money!
Yet I still struggle with my belief that I’m not supposed to have it. So I returned to the source – Jesus and the Buddha to find out what they really had to teach me.
Trust Me. I’ve Got You.
In teaching my nephew to swim, he would often struggle no matter how much I told him to lay back and trust me. I do the same in my life. But each time I trust the voice inside I find myself floating.
Faith: It’s a Choice.
Having faith does not mean having all the answers. I need only to keep aiming toward the divine and trusting in what feels right, even when it doesn’t make sense, even when it seems contrary to how I thought I was “supposed” to live, and even when it’s scary because I can’t see what’s ahead.
Bringing the Truth of My Hurt To Light
My confession is not that I feel shame about being “white,” which I do, because that’s pretty normal in my social circle. Rather, it relates to my hurt when I’m called a racist.
