Outside the Pigeon Holes

From a response to a blog post:  Great question and response...What I hope to do is be a part of the 'new' paradigm while honoring the 'old' paradigm but never getting clingy to ANY paradigm because God is above all of them.   I used to perform improvisational comedy...The basic tenants of Improv include: Focus, Listening, Putting the other performer/s above yourself (you are not there to make YOU look good or be the star), Agreement and Offering (also called 'Yes..and...' which helps to move the story or scene forward)..If you get too stuck on what YOU want the scene or story to look like and fail to respect your scene partner/s, you greatly impinge the flow of the story or scene. You also make everyone else have to work harder to protect the integrity of the story or scene. Each performer has their own strengths and weaknesses, their own improvisational style, their own unique selves - and when improv works, everyone flows in a wonderful synergy (think

Following is what I wish I could have been able to explain at the end of my Walk to Emmaus (Women's Walk #105 Table of Naomi - clap!) (Disclaimer: I will try my best not to put 'spoilers' in here for folks who may one day wish to embark on this journey but in order to express myself I need to talk a little about what happened). I first heard about The Walk to Emmaus from my better half, Jim. He was very blessed by his journey and said it was a wonderful experience. I was immediately intrigued, a weekend away focusing on Jesus and having chapel time to meditate and soak in the presence of Papa sounded great. But the more I learned about the way the weekend worked, the more apprehensive I became. Not because I thought any of it was bad, but because of where I come from in my faith journey...Any readers of this blog understand that the Holy Spirit and the love and prayers of my friends have worked very hard to lift layers of toxic faith from my soul. I finally learned the re

"I hold in my arms the best little Maltese that ever lived...Rest in peace my sweet Bentley B. I love you." Posted as I held Bentley after he was helped to the Bridge. What a sweet, sweet, boy he was and how much I will miss him...After all of it I think for a while I will even miss his annoying medication times twice a day...I will miss his occasional nights of hacking...And I will always miss and remember that cute face, with the best underbite ever.  God, I wish I could have him back for another day. That little dog taught me that no matter how much life can suck, it's important to stay upbeat...He would have a terrible coughing fit courtesy of that evil heart disease and then when he was done, up went his curly cue tail and he was off to see what fun could be found. When the tail was down for more than a little while you knew he was really not feeling well...And he bounced back so many times when I thought it was the end. Finally it became too much and my littl