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Reflecting on some things earlier, I came to rest on power as addiction once again. I could probably go on forever about that, but it changes nothing. I’m back at the site of my most recent discontents again this morning, and sadly accept that most things here will never change. Although, maybe I’m wrong. IContinue reading “*shhhh*”

If you are the prodigal daughter, where do you go when there is no longer a home to receive you? To whom do you return when the parent is gone? How do you reconcile and make recompense for having abandoned that from which you were formed? How do you move on with life, tether lineContinue reading “Sanctuary”

I am discouraged. It occurs to me that how I see the world doesn’t generally match up with how other people see the world. My response to supremacy culture isn’t working for me, and doesn’t seem to be effective. Refusing to play the game doesn’t change anything, but neither does playing the game entirely forContinue reading “Depression”

Ya know, I almost lost my cookies with my UU congregation this past Sunday.  A wonderful lady from a local healing center, which has a leaning toward justice, was to be the speaker. An African-American woman with an M.Div. and tons of experience in the arena of social justice had been invited to occupy theContinue reading “Savage Daughter”

I still have a relatively clean colon. My colonoscopy showed me a squeaky clean anus and lower GI, but I’m still having a few issues. My lower GI ultrasound was reasonably decent, although the results showed that I have gallstones and a fatty liver. No big surprise there, given the symptoms. I knew I wouldContinue reading “Colons and semi-colons”

It is said that first came the word, but we did not have ears. It is said the light came next, but we did not have eyes; all we knew was silence and darkness. So we learned to make light and filled the void with our Selves. We took up all the space with ourContinue reading “We’re bored”

I no longer claim the Catholic faith as my own, and possibly never did. My anger and resentment toward the institution of the Roman Catholic Church have faded over the years, most likely due to my age. Admittedly, however, I still harbor certain resentments and unhealed wounds regarding that venerable (?) icon of my past. Those resentments areContinue reading “Ash Wednesday”

I was reflecting on artifacts earlier, objects I have that evoke memories and feelings. I have several of these in my apartment; there were more a few months ago but I had to purge because things were out of control in here. But there are some that occupy space in here, because that’s my pattern, to holdContinue reading “Artifacts”

When people live in an old house, they come to adjust to the idiosyncrasies and outright dangers skulking in  an old structure.  They put buckets under a wet ceiling, prop up groaning floors, learn to step over that rotting wood tread in the staircase.  The awkward becomes acceptable, and the unacceptable becomes merely inconvenient.  LiveContinue reading “Addiction”

https://www.facebook.com/reel/1115489296563917 It started as a week, now it’s a whole month. A month to draw attention to accomplishments and achievements of African-Americans in the United States. Carter G. Woodson successfully established Negro History Week in 1926 to celebrate the figures, successes, and culture of Black America. It was expanded to a month-long memorial in 1970.  Black History MonthContinue reading “Black History Month”