For most of my adult life, I professed that I had no faith; well, at least in God. A bold and belligerent bellow that was big headed because of my own blind spots. An ego stoked by wealth, worldly success and wanting to evade the examination of my own earthly expiration. Mellowed by maturity and […]
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Instead of filling my heart with Love, I filled it with self-serving self-pride. Stuff and status are the signs of success in our culture, and they became my values; my culture; my faith.
Dreams are like powerful myths. Pointing us to truths that seem trustworthy in the awakened world, but are illusory. They exist because we believe in them. As we begin to honor them, we begin to have faith in their potential reality. They come alive in our daily routine. Creating language and symbols and new stories […]




