Tag: Spirit

Hamburger And Handel, Porterhouse And Picasso

Hamburger And Handel, Porterhouse And Picasso

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I want to solicit the help of – as strange as this is going to sound, coming from me – conservative, pro-life / anti-abortion, evangelical Christians in understanding something that has happened to me multiple times in debates about abortion. By “multiple times,” I mean so often that I have come to expect some cognate of this pattern to recur as a matter of course. As you might expect, the whole debate turns on the issue of the “ontological” status of the fetus in the mother’s womb:  is the fetus a human person or not, and if the fetus is human, when in the pregnancy does the fetus attain this status of person-hood? As I have said elsewhere, I have no idea what the answer to the above italicized question is, and my entire stance of being pro-choice is predicated on my ignorance a
Testimony Tuesday! Preach!

Testimony Tuesday! Preach!

meditation, spirit, spiritual growth, spiritual practice, Spirituality
I have been sick. I'm ready to stand up and yell and be happy again! Except then I will be in a paroxysm of coughing. So, the yelling in my typing is because I have the actual energy of a gnat. Also, I just discovered the drop cap setting. Is that too annoying? We'll see. Among other things, I have also figured out how to streamline this website and simplify it. So welcome to our new look. Do let me know if you find it too plain. I will then blame the web developers of the theme I chose, but what evs. Anyway, preaching, super glad that I wasn't booked last week to preach. I wouldn't have been able to do it. But as I regained my health and did my art & haiku practice, I tried to watercolor paint an iris for the first time using a tutorial by @dearannart on Instagram. I wasn't thr...
Tuesday’s Temptation: Relitigating

Tuesday’s Temptation: Relitigating

prayer, Prayer Practice, spirit, spiritual growth, spiritual practice
Relitigating. Well, that's what I call it. That moment when you replay an event or conversation over-and-over-and-over again in your mind. As if you could find some escape clause that didn't exist! I have a tendency to get caught in these loops. I am not sure why, but I think it has to do with being shamed. By myself or by others or both. I have always been "that" student at school. Straight A student, over-achiever, even working ahead in some grade level activities.  I don't exactly where the shame comes in but I distinctly remember a few shaping activities: In elementary school, third grade, our reading books were dispersed. Our teacher wrote our names on masking tape and stuck them to the front of the book. My teacher wrote "Terrible Terri" on mine. I could not believe it. I did,