Tag Archives: Spirituality

Today is May 19, 2014. I am alive and well.

I feel like I’ve been mentioning God quite a bit. I have a deep spiritual connection with something larger than myself that allows for coincidences and deja vu. God also helps tame my fear, which is often times out of contral. But I don’t want to lose followers because of talking about or mentioning God. So then that brings up the question of who do I write for.

I know I write for myself, but because this is a blog and not a journal entry, I am also writing for an audience. A blog is a broad thing, larger than the expanse of an eagle’s wings, larger than a shelve of books, and maybe as large as a dictionary. Because of this, I”m not certain of my audience.

I am not religious. By stating that does it mean I am losing followers? I do believe in God. By stating that, do I lose atheists? I have many friends that come form many different spiritual experiences and even religious experiences. The religions include Judaism, the teaching of Islam, Catholicism, Buddhism, Wiccan, and the Metaphysical. Oh, and I almost forgot to mention Atheism.

I do try to be as inclusive as I can because I believe the world ought to be inclusive. There are plenty of roses stripped of their thorns to go around for everyone. Hell, I don’t even mind a bit of thorn as long as it doesn’t harm my core.

My core is what I try to offer my readership. It is what I like to read of others. There is something to truth telling that is mind boggling. More truth, more light. The dark isn’t a bad thing, it’s simply a moment waiting for batteries. There too is truth to be found in shadows. A shadow can be a lovely thing; think of paintings and chiaroscuro. Think to what fun it was to first note as a kid your shadow following you, or even your shadow leading you. Light, dark, shadow–there is a place for all of it. A grand place for all of it.


Today is March 10, 2014. I am alive and well.

Let my spiritual voice speak. I am very interested in this. As a person with schizophrenia, how do I know when I’m coming from a delusional place? What about the voices I hear; do they blend together creating a new voice I can trust? I think not. If I listen deeply enough, my spirit blankets me. It allows for the goodness that is me to come to the surface. I glow in a spiritual essence. On bad days, the voices want to strip me of this, leaving me vulnerable to chaos. Chaos is not cemented to my life, rather it is a paper bag that disintegrates when a match lights its corner. I am free. Spirit resides inside of me and prompts me to eat oranges.

Today is March 2, 2014. I am alive and well.

I have started a second book. At this point, it remains untitled. I wanted to include an excerpt hear–Spirit is the charcoal outline of a better me. She is the presence that moves me toward God. She is the presence that keeps me cradled in his being. My Spirit glows even in dim light. Her laugh sends bees to the stars. The bees return with pieces of honey comb strapped to their backs by fine thread. Who straps the honey comb to their backs? Pixies maybe. Fairies maybe. Somebody who is tanned by the stars and moves around in the deepest dark.

I watched The Conjuring today. It scared the bejesus out of me. Thank God I wasn’t raised Catholic, then it would have really scared me. Is demonic position possible in this world? I’d love to hear what you have to say.

Thank you for your readership.

Today is February 18, 2014. I am alive and well.

Recently, I have asked six of my friends to dialogue with me regarding their spiritual beliefs. I believe the dialoguing will assist me in putting to paper what it is I believe. At this point, I am open to learning if there are particular spiritual practices I am drawn too. Are some of the practices religious? What is the difference between spiritual and religious practice? How important is that difference? The six friends I have asked all come from different beliefs:  Wicca, Judaism, Aetheism, Islam, Christianity, and Buddhism. I am excited to hear their stories.

Made it out of bed early this morning to see the tax person. Glad to be filing my taxes. Another thing off my mind. I’ve been experiencing major anxiety. Not certain why.¬†

Thanks for your readership.