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Home

Home is a concept that has little to do with a physical building, but everything to do with the emotional, psychological and spiritual space that we each occupy. We live in this space no matter where we are geographically, and no matter what dwelling we inhabit.

Still, there is something to be said about the physical structure that becomes a home. It is a place where multiple people occupy tangible and emotional space together and are tied to it by common memories.

When you…

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Added by Allana Taylor on May 21, 2013 at 4:01pm — No Comments

Mystical Ponderings of an Atheist: Death

Giulio Romano, Allegoria dell'immortalità via Wikimedia Commons

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

One day I will die, awake

and fall upward.

I will reach out to touch as I descend through my soul.

I will fall.

Descending straight through you, mother,…

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Added by Allana Taylor on February 12, 2013 at 7:41pm — No Comments

Mystical Ponderings of an Atheist: Death

Giulio Romano, Allegoria dell'immortalità via Wikimedia Commons

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

One day I will die, awake

and fall upward.

I will reach out to touch as I descend through my soul.

I will fall.

Descending straight through you, mother,…

Continue

Added by Allana Taylor on February 12, 2013 at 7:00am — 1 Comment

We transforming Me

Honesty does strange things to people. Apart from being wonderfully cathartic, honesty is contagious. When you sit across from another person and share a moment of honesty that transcends superficial niceties you can’t help but share back. It’s as terrifying as it is transformative.

Some of us may have experienced this type of honesty with a family member, close friend or partner, but who has ever experienced it with a stranger? How about with an entire group of strangers? Yeah, it’s…

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Added by Allana Taylor on January 27, 2011 at 6:57pm — No Comments

Food and Faith: Reflections on the Holidays

I thought I would burst! I stared with wide eyes as her hands came toward my mouth with a piece of bread the size of my fist, soaked in a honey-peanut butter mixture. As I opened my mouth to beg – “please, I can’t eat another bi-ghrrr…” – her small hand found its target and I did burst…with laughter.

Looking back I’m surprised that peanut butter didn’t come out of my nose. Watching her veiled head, and those of her co-conspirators, shaking with laughter, I wiped the sticky…

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Added by Allana Taylor on December 23, 2010 at 1:42pm — 2 Comments