When you come to a mountain lake, with the deep blue mountains and the white peaks and the sky’s colors reflected perfectly in the water, and everything is completely still. The feeling you get when you look into that place and feel infinitely small but infinitely hopeful. That is God. One of my favorite cousinsContinue reading

Fear, religion, and stories.

Occasionally, I feel like no one could really understand my religious baggage, but really that’s because I’m not willing to share my stories. Here my friend tries to unpack her baggage.  It’s in three parts, and I’m linking the second because it’s the part I related to the most: fear and guilt induced baptism.  Fear,Continue reading “Fear, religion, and stories.”

The OctoGod, and other things I miss.

I miss a lot of things (Nashville, my community, my Starbucks, my commute, my job, working, teaching, my coworkers, the skyline, trees, hills, the color green, the parks, the trails, the rain (surprisingly), my family, my friends, my acquaintances, and my routine.) That list can and will get more lengthy the longer I am away.   But I think oneContinue reading “The OctoGod, and other things I miss.”