To me, spirituality doesn't exist; it's created with each interaction, connection, and bridge we build with other members of the human race. It's our connection to ourselves marrying our connection to each other and it only remains for as long as we nurture it.
Running around Like a bunch of ants With spikes sticking out of our skin And poison in our veins Around in circles we go Human bumper cars Bruising, cutting, breaking Chipping off the rough edges Human beings in the making
One of the poems I wrote a few weeks ago spiraled into an entire song. I love it when that happens. Part of me is tempted to give you a preamble on what this song is about, what inspired it, etc, but I'm not going to. Both music and poetry are personal, and one of … Continue reading I Can Only Give You Pain
I don't walk steady, I'm bent I don't fill holes with wet cement Or wrap myself in colored lace Or cover my wounds in God's good grace Redemption's too late For I'm crooked, not straight
I am reading The Storytelling Animal by John Gotschallright now and it is fascinating!! It goes into why humans are so drawn to story, why it affects us so deeply, and how our brains process fiction versus nonfiction. I had no idea that fiction was such a big part of the existence of human beings. … Continue reading The Storytelling Animal
No one can reach for an angelic future and still take that epic and necessary dive into the 5 feet of mud and grime that is humanity.