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My faith.
My faith is a combination of truths. My faith is personal and my faith has waned for sometime. ok, so it has not waned, but I have not been giving it the attention it needed. why? Hmm, because it is easy to ignore your faith when you are comfortable.
I have always celebrated the equinoxes but for the last several years, not with gusto I once did. That was me being lazy and letting other things become my religion, becoming my excuse. My faith became a party quirk or Saturday service tid bit.
I love the changing of the seasons and my faith is wrapped in the falling of leaves, growing of grass and settings of moons and rising of suns. My faith is nature, from all that we see and do not, for all that we know and the much we dont. I feel a presence when wrapped in it. The wind in the trees write novels on my heart and the motion of the rivers drop the past at my feet and the future slides by for me to chase.
Tomorrow a friend is coming to help me rededicate myself to my faith, my heart and the circle of life that surrounds me. It is freaking the hell out of me because I have done alot of soul searching about this over the last month and I am ready to do what I need to do to feel connected again.
It really is a bueatiful day.
My faith is a combination of truths. My faith is personal and my faith has waned for sometime. ok, so it has not waned, but I have not been giving it the attention it needed. why? Hmm, because it is easy to ignore your faith when you are comfortable.
I have always celebrated the equinoxes but for the last several years, not with gusto I once did. That was me being lazy and letting other things become my religion, becoming my excuse. My faith became a party quirk or Saturday service tid bit.
I love the changing of the seasons and my faith is wrapped in the falling of leaves, growing of grass and settings of moons and rising of suns. My faith is nature, from all that we see and do not, for all that we know and the much we dont. I feel a presence when wrapped in it. The wind in the trees write novels on my heart and the motion of the rivers drop the past at my feet and the future slides by for me to chase.
Tomorrow a friend is coming to help me rededicate myself to my faith, my heart and the circle of life that surrounds me. It is freaking the hell out of me because I have done alot of soul searching about this over the last month and I am ready to do what I need to do to feel connected again.
It really is a bueatiful day.