Organized Religion Scares Me
How do I reconcile wanting to do good as part of a larger community and be my best self, with the fact that religion scares the crap out of me?
How do I reconcile wanting to do good as part of a larger community and be my best self, with the fact that religion scares the crap out of me?
It felt like winter was never going to let go here in NE Ohio. In much of the US for that matter. But here we are in May. Time to get outside, clean up the mess winter left behind, plant things, eat fresh veggies, and make pretty things.
My grandma used to say “No use crying over spilled milk” now and then when I was a little girl. I didn’t understand it at first – especially when I hadn’t even had milk. Or spilled it. Be grateful that you can pour another cup of milk. Or that you had a floor, or table, to spill it on.
As of January I’ve been blogging for 10 years and that lead to a host change, a new logo and a big ol’ blog update.
Then it occurred to me that if I were in that situation with another woman over 50 she would have hung around to make sure I got on the road without incident. We just know these things. We do these things.
just because you have an imagination doesn’t mean it doesn’t need some help to get fired up when needed. Your imagination requires care and feeding. Your imagination needs nourishment just like your body does.
While I’m eating I check social media and again think to myself about how I spend far too much time on such things. I could actually be doing research rather than reading about the latest mean things going around social media. Or reading one of a few books I have laying nearby.