Stained Glass...

  Barefoot and (Wishing I were) pregnant. Masters Degree'd stay at home mom. A mystic steeped in Christian tradition who honors both Christ and the image of the divine feminine I see in myself, my daughters and the great mother earth on which we tread.
  I cannot abide organized religion and yet I desperately miss the feeling of community and family it brings. I curse like a sailor when riled, and adore sappy movies with happy endings that make me cry. A stack of contradictions, one right on top the other. Perhaps we all are. Shadow, light, joy and pain. Some people see life as a tapestry, and I suppose there's a lot of truth to that,. But ever since I was a young girl, I have envisioned it as a stained glass window. I 'spose it's because I have always been aware that people are broken- and yet can and more often than not, are just plain beautiful if you take the time to look . In my last blog post I was downright raw about  the many times, and ways I have been shattered in my life.... and yet- I know how to love... I am tenacious I live a life I dreamt about as a child. Life is still hard, sometimes breathtakingly, and tediously so. And still, somehow, when you take a take a step back, and let the light in, all those broken pieces are downright beautiful

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