Archive for November, 2009

on religion

I am a deeply spiritual person yet I subscribe to no particular religion.

I have great respect and admiration for what I consider to be the core beliefs of Christianity as I see them. For instance: I believe that God is in each of us, though many of us do not realize it. I believe that God is the key to salvation and that without it there is mostly suffering. I believe that money and riches almost always corrupt. I believe we should treat others as we would be treated. I believe in acceptance. I believe in simplicity. I believe that retaliation is not the answer and that compassion earns more than aggression. I believe that the wisdom of the bible does indeed hold the secrets to everlasting life and a seat in heaven beside God. I believe that Jesus was the son of God and that he died so that we might hear his message and be saved.

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fence sitter

the pressure to change

the pressure to change

Writing proved more difficult, primarily because one had to have something to say before confronting the blank page.

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expectations

where it settles

where it settles

My expectations continue to let me down. I am learning that the difference between what I expect and what really occurs often equates to the level of my frustration or, as I learn to manage it, simple disappointment.

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postponing overwhelm

another tunnel

another tunnel

I’ve been tricking myself lately. Surprisingly, it’s been working, but I’m not sure for how much longer.

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Fire Elemental

Fire Elemental

Fire Elemental

There is a time and place for everything. At least that’s what I’ve been told. But, for me, it is always time for change.

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Me, in part, is not me.

Some mornings, just after I wake up and I pass through the bathroom, I stop for a second and look in the mirror. As I stand there I think, I am who I am. Some of me is good, some of me could use some work, but the whole thing is one package, ever changing, and yet constant in structure. A single thing that can either be accepted or rejected. This is good and right.

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the curse of love

one follows another

one follows another

What I want most is for myself and all of the people I have ever loved is happiness.

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