Gods, beauty, sex, weird shit.
~ 93
Reblogged from heyidostuff
I forget often how to word. Phrase. Sentence.
(Source: baryshnikovs-bulge-42)
Reblogged from wontloversrevoltnow
Susan Hannon: You Get Me Closer To God, no. 6
American bible, mixed media
Reblogged from voiceboxshells
Today I reblog for you the happiest dog in the world.
Cheers.
Everyone feel better.
Part of the Photo-A-Day project from RethinkChurch
(photo: EduPic Graphical Resource)So the other morning, perfect for this project, I read a quote that began with “Dear Human: You’ve got it all wrong. You didn’t come here to master unconditional love. That is where you came from and where you’ll return.”
Our ancestors used to think that the sun went away each night; it would die or go out because it was asleep or would journey to someplace where it couldn’t shine on earth, and they were genuinely thankful for its return each morning. Today we understand that it’s not actually returning because it hasn’t actually gone anywhere, we were just facing away from it so we couldn’t see it.And it’s understandable to think that God and a state of unconditional love are things that we’ve left and will one day return to; we are, after all, turned away from these things most of the time. But God is always with us, His love for us is unconditional and unending, and the ability to feel unconditional love for our fellow beings is within all of us. We’re very good at ignoring these truths, and we act upon and manifest these truths much less often than we should, but they are truths still.
Maybe we’re not returning to a state of grace and love so much as remembering that we were already there. Maybe we just need to realize it and start acting like it. Jivanmukta.
Part of the Photo-A-Day project from RethinkChurch
In a strange twist of events, the main happening of my Ash Wednesday turned out to be attending an event as part of UCSD’s Islam Awareness Week. I feel a little awkward posting this - I’m pretty sure a Pagan posting MuslimLove for the Lent photo-a-day project is somewhere between “weird” and “inappropriate.”
But it’s also who I am; I am Interfaith. I want to cross those boundaries and love the neighbors who are very different from me.
Yesterday a group of Muslim strangers invited me, an openly transgender Pagan, to participate in the Isha’ prayer.
This is going to be a very interesting Lent, and I’m so glad I decided to do this.
