It’s Easter….
I didn’t go to church this morning
I’m sitting outside in Upstate, NY sun on my face, listening to the birds chirping contemplating what it means to rise rooted
I’m contemplating the fact that at some point on one’s spiritual journey especially if you were raised Christian or Catholic, there will likely come a time when you must reckon with this Jesus guy.
This did not come easily for me at all.
It came through isolation, darkness, doubt, confusion, chaos, and being brought to my knees more times than I’d like to admit.
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