How...who...what...are You? | Pt. II

“Today, we are going to be concerning ourselves with the nature of reality and how very little we know about it.”

It was Monday – as perfect a day as any to deconstruct existence as we knew it – and our class of 60 counseling students of all ages, vocations, shapes, sexual orientations, and colors were prepared to dive deep, led by our instructor Steve Bearman.

But first, we needed to come to terms with all that we didn’t know. 

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Why I'm holding guys' hands now | Pt. I

Dear Reader,

I look intently into his eyes and sense he’s hiding something. He’s blinking more often than what seems reasonable. I stand more firm in front of him, looking up, trying to calm his nerves by offering a stable presence, even though I feel quite small.

He’s nearly a foot taller than me and probably weighs twice as much as I do, but his eyes don’t convey the confidence his body commands. And so, in spite of my smaller stature, I feel like I must be strong for him.

His hands are sweaty; I know this because we are holding each other’s as if we’re about to exchange vows.

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Words

Tonight I used too many words that made too little sense while sitting on a river bank beneath galaxies made visible by dark. Nature’s beauty abided in voiceless authority.

We both like intellectual paths. And so monologues became our feet. She led and I followed, then we changed positions and ventured places we often only go alone.

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There's God

When I fathom the incomprehensible, there’s God. 

When I hear the inaudible, there’s God. 

When I feel the inexplicable, there’s God. 

God’s everything I am and everything I’m not. 

Why are we straining to prove divinity’s existence? 

Is it not because we’ve lost the divine within ourselves?

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Chrismation: A Rambling Path into Orthodox Christianity

A reverent fear of God and relationship with Jesus served as the spiritual foundation in my parents’ household, and I am eternally grateful for their devotion – especially the unwavering hope of my mother. But children don’t remain in their parent’s home forever – at least that’s the usual plan – and sometimes the foundation they’d been raised on gets jack-hammered by doubts.

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Coffee, Then Thinking

Let’s establish something right now and real quick:

Don’t share your thoughts until coffee’s dripped.

And don’t expect small talk before coffee’s sipped.

I’m a slow riser and mean to keep it that way.

I don’t like thinking when I’m not awake.

Have a great idea?

I’m sure it can wait.

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A Day En Transit

We woke up at a 16th century colonial mansion turned backpacker’s inn.

We snuck out quietly as to not wake our sleeping compadres in the bunks around us.

Before 5am the carretera was quieter than we’d ever seen it, minimizing the need to swerve between rickshaws and cattle drives.

The cabbie didn’t have change for our US dollars, so he got a little extra tip.

Perhaps it was a commonly implemented strategy to best departing gringos.

Whatever the case, he left content.

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