Spirituality and Soulfulness
whispers and prayers
Whispering. Always whispering. My mother always held a prayer under her breath. Standing in front of the stove, mixing together that night’s supper. Our father who art in heaven. Watching TV, eyes glazed over. Thy Lord be with you. Falling asleep, her hand propping up her forehead. Deliver us from evil. I’d watch her hold her right hand to her heart, [...]
footprints
When I was younger, maybe a third grader in the Catholic school I attended, I told my mother baby Jesus had walked all over our baby blue station wagon. She thought it was some sort of miracle. Our car was blanketed by a thick layer of dust, so dirty someone could write “Wash me” on [...]
first days and last days
Today, she wakes up on the first day of Ramadan thinking about him. Funny how you can train your conscious mind to turn your back on a memory, but your unconscious mind, your higher self some may say, has a way of letting the remnants of him linger in again. He was with her in [...]
UUism and Fidel Castro
The last time I saw a church this packed, it was Midnight mass. A Catholic church with its pews filled with different shades of brown. Even though I didn’t consider myself officially a Catholic anymore, I felt like going–out of a mixture of obligation, habit and hope. Halfway through the sermon, the priest said something [...]
If we didn’t know rainbows existed, we’d think they were miracles.
I was driving down the 5 from the Bay, trying to get back to some sense of warmth and comfort. I had been up north all of 7 months, and according to my supervisor at work, I had transformed from happy bubbly me to looking sad and cold all the time. I was literally going [...]
