What’s better than flickers in the spring?

I know spring has sprung when my morning slumber gets shattered by what sounds like a waterfall of ball bearings raining down on the metal vent covers on the roof. The flickers are back. I love them, really I do, especially mid-morning or later when they rat-a-tat-tat to each other from the trees in the …

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Sex and religion.

Given the choice between having to discuss my sex life and having to discuss my spiritual beliefs, I’d choose the former every time. Not because doing so would be comfortable; I’m a fairly private person despite the blogging, not at all sanguine about sharing my kinks. What happens in Vegas and all that. No, I’d pick the sex option because discussing religion and spirituality makes me uncomfortable down to my bones...

Seeing signs.

I’m not a believer in all things metaphysical but I’m not a non-believer, either. I used to have a more developed spiritual side. I used to see God in the details. I looked for fairies under the mushrooms. I gave reverence to the moon and to her cycles. I was pretty sure I could feel people’s auras when I dowsed with my crystal pendulums. But I stopped. I pulled back from my spiritual side and immersed myself in science and logic...