Tag Archives: Religion and Spirituality

kitchen cross – December 1

12.1 At days end the cross on the wall speaks to me. Celtic encircling around the arms of sacrifice. Embrace and compassion, commitment and purpose. Rhythms of life that I hope mark my day. ——————————– Advertisements

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deliverance – November 29

11.29 The oppressions of narrow religion we cited for opening Sundays and closing off Sabbath. Holidays we declared as times to shop, meaning time to work. Our limits on usury interest we ended in the name of updating ancient scripture, … Continue reading

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all saints eve – October 31

10.31 all saints eve when the veil is thin and long leggedy beasties and ghoulies and ghosties   make their last call before the saints flood in.   so where are the zombies now, as if we have lost our … Continue reading

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a prayer – July 26

7.26 come to me please in my visions of night, tell me of things that matter so bright.   sing me your songs of life’s dreams and of strife, of heartsongs once heard and rememberings bright,   angels and demons … Continue reading

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good you can go for – May 24

5.24 Good Master. Why do you call me good? only One is good. Jesus said that. Way back when.   I said, I will try to be a good man, back when I asked her to marry me.   Years … Continue reading

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oil change day – May 22

5.22 oil change day. will they tell me that I need more than oil or will they surprise me this time.   cynicism and upselling, naming rights for sale, dollars and consumers our most important product.   God being inconvenient, spirituality now only … Continue reading

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softness – May 20

5.20 fingers of sunlight mark brown waters with limb shadows against the sky.   sitting on the bank, a small boy with fishing bobber haunts   my images as if Huck and Tom left me there when I wasn’t looking. … Continue reading

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