Moon of My Life, My Sun and Stars: writing and spirituality
A catch up, if you will.
THE BURIAL OF THE DEAD APRIL is the cruellest month, breeding Lilacs out of the dead land, mixing Memory and desire, stirring Dull roots with spring rain. Winter kept us warm, covering 5 Earth in forgetful snow, feeding A little life with dried tubers. - The Wasteland by T.S. Eliot April was indeed a cruel [...]
My spirituality is important to me. Right now I find myself thinking more about the Divine every time something happens in the world -- how the Divine will not give me only hope, but also console me in this time of need. I do not want to create a practice where it's all take and not give. I'm letting my heart and desires guide me.
With the current political climate in the US, this seems a good reminder we have so much within each other that we should not be afraid as each small home, a person, is as welcoming as a large one.