What is spirituality to you? I just read this very open-hearted question on Amazon and had to engage. I had to answer because I have been feeling a personal loss through my “the holidays are less than relevant” anxiety this year. So I remember – For me, spirituality is when …
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I am somewhere between a college campus with no people and a prison five miles away. Where would an escapee head to get the heck out of Dodge but the nearest tollbooth where someone has to stop and can be carjacked or killed for the car. That is not a question…. Then there are the speedway people who pull up behind me, like the one who did. It’s him and me. Him waiting, me trying to get my money in the slot and go. Me with my window down watching all sides of my vehicle. Please don’t get out and try to help me, mister, I will definitely crack the gate off with my Denali, don’t think I can’t. But he waited. A nice man I am sure, but I was scared.
One day Sagie went down the rabbit hole. I dove onto the floor, grabbing him by the scruff and pulling. I couldn’t let go or he would die. I pulled and stretched and pulled. It was like giving birth. Until out of a tiny hole popped a twelveteen-pound skunk.