Decking the Halls with Meaning and Ritual
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About the Blog
For seekers, like me, whose spirituality has become more nuanced than any labels can define. Perhaps spiritual community looks like a sweaty yoga class. Maybe prayer sounds like quiet moments of insight while sipping coffee. Holiness feels like wholeness.
For the growers—you know the type. We read memoirs for fun, know our Enneagram numbers, keep too many journals and therapists. Those that feel the deep sacredness of this work of becoming whole.
For the wounded, whose sexual thriving has been damaged by shame, anxiety or fear. I am passionate that healing our sexual wounds begins with reclaiming the beauty in sex.
Here you will find reflections that offer insight for the journey, language for the soul, encouragement for the liminal.
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