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Questions on fear

You will not bully me into an atheism when you suffer an unhappy agnosticism. Continue reading

No good answers for poorly asked questions

“So, why aren’t you dating someone? Why haven’t you met someone yet?” I hate that question. It comes to me, often, from well-meaning friends, absentminded yet caring coworkers, anxious parents and gentle doyennes. I get it in supermarkets, in gyms, at the park, while pumping gas, via text message, e-mail, and carrier pigeon– Why. Why … Continue reading

A declaration

I refuse, with as little restraint as one may have, and with a fervor that borders on extremist religiosity, to live the rest of my life with as much fear, anger, and insecurity, that I have lived the first part of it. I will not go through life distrusting other people; I will not go … Continue reading

Unafraid

This is the thing she could not do for me: be unafraid. We could talk about the weather.

Decision point

What do you do in the moment that you know that everything that happened before means nothing anymore and all you have is what comes next?

Home

On Saturday, I looked around, in my house, and it had become home. The very walls were alive, echoing of laughter and voices and a joyful noise – it was filled with that joyful noise, of bonhomie and friendship, the bonds of humanity, a grand synergy that only comes from love, respect, and true affection.

Postscript

Three days ago, I made a supplication for an ending, for a final decision in this situation that I’ve been entangled in since just about a year ago. I didn’t know who was listening, but– It worked.

Grace

I have been given freedom and release. It has knocked me over, rendered me speechless, lifted all weight off my shoulders, cleared my eyes, and quickened my soul… This is grace, oh this is grace, and I shall revel in it with great and unimpeded joy.

A supplication

It is a curious conundrum that has been presented to me by the amorphous and impersonal “Universe”. Or, perhaps by God. Or, perhaps by the Devil — temptation tends to be his tool of choice, false hope his everlasting hallmark.

Raison d’etre

"Raw," she said. "I want something primal. I want something bare and naked. I want you to give me this life raw, unbidden, unhidden, free, fair, and true. Can you do that? Can you do that for me?"

One may only try.

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