The email notice I’ve been waiting for arrived this morning. It read “Books can now be ordered via the Print Corner tab in the Project section. Thanks!” That meant only one thing. My book is published! I tell you there were times I thought I’d never write those four words and have them be speaking truth. The journey from an idea to where I sit now at the end of the day my first book is published has been a circuitous voyage, full of fits and starts and triumphs and lag time.
Winter is in. If I didn’t know it by the dropping temperatures and holiday trappings everywhere, I was sure of it when I checked email the other day and found this:
What Holiday Is That?
T’was the month before Christmas, when all through our land,
Not a Christian was praying nor taking a stand.
See the PC Police had taken away
The reason for Christmas - no one could say.
The children were told by their schools not to sing
About Shepherds and Wise Men and Angels and
This is not the first lifetime I have spent as clergy. I am certain I have been a High Priestess before, and a Priest, a Monk, a Hermit, and a Nun. I am certain I have built churches, cleaned mosques, presided at the temple, kept the grove. I am certain I have dedicated my life, my body, my voice, my soul to that unnameable force we have for centuries called by names now laden with connotation and import; Goddess, God, Spirit, Creator, the One. I am certain I have jumped thro