About a month ago I wrote about feeling “stuck” spiritually. Over the past week or two I have been guided to understand some of the things I need to do to progress upward toward the blessings God has promised will one day be mine. I have been shown that I simply can’t receive those […]Continue Reading... No Comments.
[Revised version of an essay originally written July 6, 2007] In the weeks after the deaths of my brother Steven and his wife Catheryn, I found a photograph that instantly gripped me. In the photo, Steven was standing next to a statue of his recently adopted hero, Benjamin Franklin, along the Freedom Trail in […]Continue Reading... No Comments.
It has been a heavy couple of weeks, no? The emotions I am picking up from the collective consciousness are primarily fear and anger. Fear and anger. Fear and anger. Fear and anger. If I were a creepy evil Sith lord, I would definitely be cackling with glee, shouting: If I were a wise green […]Continue Reading... 2 Comments.
I can’t believe it will be ten years this November since my brother Steven and his wife Catheryn passed away. Steven would be turning 40 this November. It’s still surreal, even a decade later. They’re on my mind tonight because I’ve been working on the story of their boating accident as told by my […]Continue Reading... No Comments.
When I was depressed and suicidal, I couldn’t read. I couldn’t look at websites. No facebook newsfeeds. And sometimes I even told my husband he needed to screen my emails before I could read them. Pretty much all books were out of the question (with the exception of Truman Madsen’s words). I couldn’t even read […]Continue Reading... 1 Comment.