Musings of a not so good Christian. Falling down, getting up by Grace alone. Having gone to sleep around 10 pm the previous night, I awake with a feeling of dread. I went to sleep without turning on the election results because I knew. Do you know what it feels like to not to know who you are? I do I subjected myself to the whim of everyone. There is an idiom .

Panic! June 25, 2015. I sat with my class in a corner of the sanctuary, music played throughout the building, people sang and prayed and worshiped. I saw children running, only to be stopped by concerned parents and shushed by the present clergy. This was a sacred place, a holy place to encounter the divine. A few years ago I had the opportunity to travel to a Hindu temple in Charlotte.

Explore the labyrinth inside my head. Its the fact that dying is the most inevitable thing. Its the fact that i want to be with you everyday. Its the fact that if i can turn back time. Its the fact that your time is limited. Looking at you makes me want to die first. Its the fact that I want to hold your hand forever. Its the fact that hearing your laughter makes my heart soar. You are is that what makes me human.

The shrine at Healy Pass, Co. There are the people who seek the centre. He is a patron of the margins.