HOPE: Hope beyond all politics.Hope beyond all religions.Hope beyond our trauma and false identities.Hope beyond our existential wounds and belief of separation.Hope beyond our ravenous hunger and needless overconsumption.Hope beyond our addiction to blame, judgment, and war.Hope beyond our shame, guilt, and false humility.Hope beyond the broken world we see around us, and Hope in … Continue reading HOPE
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Biblical Support for Spirit Guides and Communicating with the Dead
If you are, or ever have been, an Evangelical Christian, at some point you've probably been told that spirit guides/spirit helpers and communicating with the dead are unbiblical. You may have also been told that the dead folks and spirit guides that people claim to be in contact with are actually demons. I was content … Continue reading Biblical Support for Spirit Guides and Communicating with the Dead
I don’t need to convince anyone of anything
Something that helps me when I start drifting away from myself and getting too caught up in other people is to remind myself of these two things: 1. My needs/boundaries/experiences are valid even if others do not understand, agree with, or respect them. 2. It's not necessary to convince others of the validity of my … Continue reading I don’t need to convince anyone of anything
Heartbreaking Beauty
I’ve been dealing with some heavy stuff lately, confronting Death and Life and my place in the middle of it all. I was feeling anxious last night and this poem came out of me.
Home (30)
A poem for my 30th birthday. Hopefully soon I will write a full blog post exploring the theme of this poem.
April 12th, 2019
I often wondered if Home was a real place.
I spent 30 years trying to find it.
No matter where I was,
I never felt like I belonged,
so out of place
so uncomfortable
so restless and so, so lost.
I just wanted to find a place
to sink my roots into
and grow like crazy.
I begged the land to take me
I begged the people to accept me
I begged God to be my everything
and I begged heaven to somehow save me
But Home was with me all along,
I just never knew it.
I was walking around in it
(even if I was a foot off the ground).
How did I not see
the most visible parts of me?
How could I not feel
the most tangible parts of me?
This right here,
this flesh and blood and bones
this skin and hair…
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The Therapeutic Value of Art and Music
This morning I learned that Eric Church, a musician I respect and admire, was a headlining act of the Route 91 Harvest Festival in Las Vegas, where over 50 people were killed and over 500 were injured during a mass shooting early this week. Eric Church wrote a song afterwards with haunting lyrics asking, "Why … Continue reading The Therapeutic Value of Art and Music
