What was that about one door closing, another opening? Does it really work that way? Does it? I slammed that one door before. Slamming doesn’t work too well. It didn’t. The door cracked open. Whatever was to stay behind it, didn’t. I had to go back, against that all, and close it again, this time mindfully and firmly.
Oh how hard that was. No cracks, no air, no light.
I turned around to make the first step in that choking darkness. There you stood, shining, strong, beautiful, beloved by many. Continue reading “About the Doors”
Existence of nonexistence is unfortunately different from nonexistence.
I created a life-size hole in the fabric of it.
Continue reading “A Life-Size Hole”
One minute and thirty-five seconds into this podcast (the RobCast, by Rob Bell) you would hear Peter Rollins say this: Continue reading “Rendering”
This is a prosaic companion post to “Unmaking“.
That post was about learning to not love somebody I chose to adore for years, and how surprisingly easy it was, once decided.
This is about recovery actions and acknowledging some of the sadness. Continue reading “A Companion to Unmaking”
One of those days after you pushed me away for the last time and before you knew that time was the last, I watched a recording of Peter Rollins’s online seminar titled “Giving the Unwanted Gift of Nothing“. The gift being love.
Continue reading “Unmaking”