Since I’ve been coming back from a little injury, I haven’t had an opportunity to write about getting fast. So with all this extra energy, I’ve found myself waxing philosophical lately.
Faith. I thought it was just something to have to ease pain and sorrow, a mechanism for escaping the reality of life; a life that will end. Last weekend, my mind was piqued during a poignant discussion with James. Both raised Catholic, but now having two separate viewpoints, we pushed each other’s spiritual buttons for the first time in our two and a half year relationship. We probably avoided this topic because neither of us are active participants in our beliefs. Prior to our discussion, I assumed spirituality was only for the religious or those at least believing in something. Read more >>