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Passionate Living – Creative dying

Archive for August 2017

Sarge is Moving to Comfort Care

I heard you passed from this life noon yesterday. One week to the day from the last time I saw you. I drove more than 700 miles to have that last visit. I took a day after hearing about your transition from, a month of ICU hospitalizations and rehab center attempts, to comfort care…hospice care in the hospital…to set my life up so I could leave. Getting away for a […]

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Bride of Christ

I read a book called Dating Jesus:  A Story of Fundamentalism, Feminism, and the American Girl” by Susan Campbell published 2-11-2010. (Available on Amazon) ‘Bride of Christ’ is a term the ‘Witnesses’ use. This was a hell of a book for me.  Her story is of course different than mine.  Her attitude as a child and her journey are quite different. I never wanted to ‘date Jesus’.  As a matter of fact, […]

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Communities Where I Fit (Kind of)

EQUALIZING AS A BELIEF SYSTEM Places where facets of myself find like minded community… Alternative Sexuality, Gender Queer, BDSM/Leather/Kink/Poly Alternative Spiritual Path Walkers Animal People Artists, Musicians, Writers, and Story-Tellers Back to the Land: Self-Sufficient and Sustainable Community Living Ecologically Passionate Feminist and Women’s Communities Free Thinkers and Structural System Questioners Healers, Alternative and Otherwise Hospice and Doulas for the Dying Learner Led Education or Unschoolers (Self-Educators) Liberal Political Activists […]

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Letter to My Father

I lit a candle for my father’s sister A. today in a huge Russian Orthodox Church.  Not exactly the spiritual home of our Greek Orthodox ancestors but close. I bathed in the light of the gleaming garnet stained glass cross painting the floor. I knelt on the eastern side of the smooth golden wood beside the strip of carpet which bisected the expansive room and led up the steps to […]

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He Died Today

I stop just outside the door, halfway turned back towards the knob, caught in the moment of leaving work. It is 11 o’clock at night and I have finished a day of training and class and post class training with my guide in this facilitation process. My mind is on getting myself and my Lady home when I glance at my phone. I see a text from one of my father’s […]

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