I grew up with a masculine God. A guy with a beard, like the one that Michelangelo painted on the ceiling of a chapel. A powerful, authoritative figure looking down from above, often disapprovingly. What I found, felt, met later was an overwhelming love in and around me. Warmth. Support. Peace that passeth all understanding. …
Category: Loving Perspectives
Listening to Life Whispers: The Finale
Clair is the French word for clear, from the Latin clarus. From there we get clairvoyant, clairsentient, clairaudient, claircognizant. These are the ways in which we receive that which is unknowable through just the five senses that muggles use. I know you are not a muggle. You know things. You hear Life whispering to you. …
Listening to Life Whispers: Part 4
I awoke to the phone ringing. I answered. “Where are you?!” she pressed. “In bed!” I yelled, jumping up as I realized the problem. “I’ll be there! I’m coming!” Fuck! Fuck! Fuck! I may have brushed my teeth. I grabbed the bag I had packed. Luckily we lived really close to the airport. Sometimes planes …