To answer some questions. Yes I have some of those lovely stones. Some in a clear lamp I made. Other stones are with some of my other beautiful stones. Yes up north is great, no matter where you are.
I think the Absence of God is the problem. God does not allow bad things to happen. Man, as in mankind chooses to do bad things. We have free will and if we turn away from God. Then bad things are done to good people. I love your writing g. It is thought provoking and filled with wonder and questions. XO Cheryl W
Thanks Cheryl for your answers. The lamp sounds lovely. I believe that God (however we name) is everywhere and yet sometimes feels closer or farther away depending on what is happening within and around us. For me, up north is a place where the holy feels most present and tangible.
I have never not appreciated your writing. Today I especially appreciate "holding unshakeable hope in your hand" and building "kin-dom". May it be so! Thank you.
Today it is storming and it would be a good day to find Petoskey stones at the beach. I like to pick up stones from the water and have them run through my fingers. Watching how each one is so different. That’s how I feel about hope these days. Like it’s running through my fingers. I want to grab on to it, but it is difficult to do.
To answer some questions. Yes I have some of those lovely stones. Some in a clear lamp I made. Other stones are with some of my other beautiful stones. Yes up north is great, no matter where you are.
I think the Absence of God is the problem. God does not allow bad things to happen. Man, as in mankind chooses to do bad things. We have free will and if we turn away from God. Then bad things are done to good people. I love your writing g. It is thought provoking and filled with wonder and questions. XO Cheryl W
Thanks Cheryl for your answers. The lamp sounds lovely. I believe that God (however we name) is everywhere and yet sometimes feels closer or farther away depending on what is happening within and around us. For me, up north is a place where the holy feels most present and tangible.
I have never not appreciated your writing. Today I especially appreciate "holding unshakeable hope in your hand" and building "kin-dom". May it be so! Thank you.
I keep the Rosemerry Wahtola Trommer poem you gave me on HOPE close by. It helps.
Today it is storming and it would be a good day to find Petoskey stones at the beach. I like to pick up stones from the water and have them run through my fingers. Watching how each one is so different. That’s how I feel about hope these days. Like it’s running through my fingers. I want to grab on to it, but it is difficult to do.
Hope is slippery. Keep grabbing.