"If you understand it, then it is not God."
- St. Augustine
When I was a child, I made messes, as children do. And, as parents do, mine would ask me to clean my room. I would begin, not by tidying but by enlarging the current mess. This perplexed and frustrated my parents, and I in turn would also feel frustrated, because they could not see, could not embrace my process.
The difference is as miraculous, as mundane as the ever-cycling day and nighttime. She used to be so sad, so small. And maybe she is still, but less. Life was one big contraction, growing inward while never releasing, birthing, breathing out. Each year was a new level of rot growing down into her being, her heart an abscess. And she did not know. No one that mattered had ever taught her in this fragile, formative years of her starshine, of the intrinsic value of every one of earth's vibrating lives, hers included. ...more
photo by Jennuine Captures I know, I know. The last thing the internet needs is another post on the World Vision debacle, right? But I have to speak up, because so many won't, saying it doesn't affect them, and because so many others are spewing words of poison and bigotry ....more