How do people ever come to understanding of each other? I’ve pondered this question since receiving advice to exclude references to faith and spirituality from descriptions of my memoir. It is clear that many people use the same words and give them vastly different meanings. These past few weeks, I have been in a process of clarifying […]
Spirituality
On NOT Being “Humor Challenged” … Seriously
“…the Spirit prays for us with groans too deep for words.” ~Romans 8:26b If the Spirit prays with groans too deep for words, then I’m okay with my moans and groans about writing on the topic of “happiness.” Writing is for me a spiritual practice … writing letters to the Divine in my journal is […]
Happiness: How I Missed the Mark
As I mentioned in my previous posts, I moaned and groaned with the other women in my Cincinnati Writer’s Group as we came to our gathering to share what we wrote about “Happiness.” Today, I am quite happy that we chose to write and share on this topic because it has led to an important awakening in […]
Transcendent Happiness
As we gathered, the female’s in my writing group groaned about our topic of “Happiness.” Our lone gentleman just smiled. Gary, one of the deepest and most reflective men I have ever met, noted that on July 4, 1776, our Declaration of Independence named the pursuit of happiness as our inalienable right. And then on April 10, 2017, […]
To be continued …
In my last post, A Disturbing Awakening, I noted that “Miss Nicey-Nice” needed to change and ended with … to be continued. Here is my continuation. Part of the change I see myself needing to make involves letting go of my complacency. I have rarely been politically active and have only campaigned for one presidential candidate in my […]
Influences: My Father’s Shining Example
In 1951, when I was nine and my brother eight, our parents sold our house in Sidney, Ohio, auctioned off most of our belongings, and moved to Tarpon Springs, Florida. Leaving our numerous playmates and beloved neighbors was not easy. I remember the morning we left, sitting in the backseat of the car with my stomach in […]
