Is Fear the most dangerous thing of all? Does it really serve a good purpose, or is it hiding the true reality? The thing I find myself fearing is fear itself, and what it’s doing to us as a culture, as human beings. What do we do when we live in fear? We shut down. …
Belief in God… the three-letter-word
I’ve recently been trying to define my belief in God, or map it in some way, but it’s hard to describe. I’ll cut to the chase: I think the subconscious is a direct line to God. I think the subconscious IS God. I don’t think this is a sensational thought. In fact, I thought this …
Purpose
Connections form us Within, deep Like a notebook that we keep Faithful rising, like a camp Singing 'round the fire and lamp Toes a tapping Frothy brews Thoughts and aspirations stew Haughty, haggard, feet that dance "Let's look forward Not askance." So easily we break our song... And it's not long before we're gone If …
Writers & Inception
Lately, my writing is getting me fired up. Like a worked up, lathered feeling – almost sexual?! – but in a mental / intellectual way. A spiritual way. Does that even make sense? I have been doing a lot of world-building in my head for my theoretical novel. An idea that I had in 2009 and …
Flawed by Nature, or Flawed by Nurture?
I struggle with why and how a fellow human being comes to the decision to kill many others, go on a ‘rampage’ with a gun or other weapon, and cause this kind of deep hurt and malice. I try to put myself in someone’s shoes, to work out what kind of motivations might meet me …
Crescendo
Bring it in, bring it down Circle up, circle 'round. Live inside, outside seams See into the lightest beams. Wanting much, and scary surprises Wanting more, and Sun arises.
Letting Go… To the Heart
In order to have control, we must give it up. In order to have power, we must let go. In order to rule, we must surrender. Are these statements true? I have been ruminating much on the meaning of these phrases for some time now, and I believe the answer is...YES. It appears to me that …
Children
Dear Daughter, You are almost 2 years old and I'm not sure where the time has gone. And weirdly enough, I am already bracing for the time when I won't see you every day. When you will leave home and live a life that runs parallel to my own, and not still on my track. You …
Parallels
A girl stooped down to tie her shoe. She was thinking about God. Not THAT God. NEVER that God. The other one. The loving one. She knew He was there. Or He/She. Or it. Whatever the ‘Source’ wanted to be called. There – in that spot that is unknowable, but relatable – He resides. She …
Work of Faith
Sewing, stitching destiny Freedom wins to tyranny Dusty cobwebs, combing down Light the path to wear the crown. Minding manners, restless creed Sun shines down to whip the weed Cutting fabric, manic sleeves Building something worth the squeeze.
Amie Zor 