I was there because I knew that if anything was holy, it was the relationship between myself and my own body.

Our spiritual voices were hidden in plain daylight. In print.

Or the message as I have come to believe in it; that we are not inherently sinful, or unworthy in any way, and that we shouldn’t feel shame for how human we are, or how often we break, lose faith, and make wildly misguided mistakes.

I would begin again inside my heart. And I would live this way.

Now, if you’re still with me, that goodness can never be lost. We can feel lost to it. But it is woven into the fabric of who we are; it’s our nature. Goodness.

These hot, heavy tears dropped from my eyes, because being that close to what I was actually feeling hurt. And it felt good too. The honesty in it. Then, I heard the answer.

That I exist in and with a presence that’s in this silence, in this tiny space, with a stubby little candle, here in my heart.

the only way forward and through, would be to die to who I had thought Christ was, die to what I thought it meant to be Christian, and actually begin to figure out what it means to me.

there are over 800,000 varieties of seeds from plants, to trees, to fruits and vegetables . . . it’s the world’s reserve in case of mass destruction.