I could become like that dyslexic agnostic in the old joke - the one who lies in bed and tries to figure out if his dog exists.

I worry that Jesus drinks himself to sleep when he hears me talk like this.

I do not have deep theological understanding or opinion, but I do not read the Bible as the literal word of God.

butterflies were wind energy made visible.

And I felt like my heart had been so thoroughly and irreparably broken that there could be no real joy again, that at best there might eventually be a little contentment. Everyone wanted me to get help and rejoin life, pick up the pieces and move on, and I tried to, I wanted to, but I just had to lie in the mud with my arms wrapped around myself, eyes closed, grieving, until I didn’t have to anymore.

Sometimes Heaven is just a new pair of glasses.

If our lives are made up of a string of a thousand moments, at some of those moments we look a lot more spiritually evolved than at others.