My Grandmother commissioned a widowed neighbor, Joyce Montgomery, to paint their farm house. The folk-art painting stirs up feelings for “down home” where my mother and all her sibling were born. 2,036 more words
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As many of you probably can tell if you’ve been reading prior articles, the topic of Spiritual Warfare is near and dear to my spirit! 206 more words
But hearken, O Death! Is not this my life hard enough, —is not that dull land that stretches its sneering web about me cold enough, —is not all the world beyond these four little walls pitiless enough, but that thou must needs enter here, —thou, O Death? 243 more words
Our brain has this strange habit, it will remember the happy memories as just a vague shade of a tree but the memories that hurts will be embedded forever with every detail possible and when you will remember those memories that creates a sense of uneasiness and makes you feel vulnerable till your core. 392 more words
I am amazed that so many pagans/polytheists choose to regard bigoted, racist, anti-GLBTQ and sexist behavior indulgently, either because they are not themselves the target, or because the perpetrators are regarded as too good-natured, witty, scholarly, mystic, or profound to confront. 399 more words
Today the French High Court ruled that the ‘burkini ban’ as it has been dubbed is illegal. After images of a woman being forced to undress on a beach in France made headlines around the world, it lead me to think about whether a woman can ever really win in terms of what they wear. 359 more words