Rev Dr Sparky on Real/igion

Tag: Personal Development

  • From My 40 to Your 14

    Photo by Ian Keefe on Unsplash reluctant poem for my daughter We are both fourteen, and alsogoing-on-forty-or-more:Both of woman-mind and soul,yet nested still in girls’ wild ways. At fourteen, life is awful promise; nothing certainnothing known.But still she is/we are the sumof all, for best or worse.With womankind, it’s hard to tellthe promise from the curse. At fourteen,…

  • Riddle Me This

    Lessons in the truly ordinary Why do trucks turn that way? Why are phone menus so aggravating? What makes Möbius strips work? With plenty of complex and consequential issues to think about every day, you might wonder why these small riddles are worth writing about. I wonder that too, but I can’t seem to help myself.…

  • My Secret Names for G*D

    Photograph by Emily Morter on Unsplash. We all have questions. There are probably as many ways of prayer as there are people. Most religious traditions offer forms and formalities to be followed, and most have preferred languages and liturgies. But nearly all serious theologies or philosophies admit human words simply cannot define the Divine. Therefore,…

  • Words and Time and Souls

    Future conditional. Words are a miracle that we too often take for granted. We toss them around like Nerf balls, forgetting how essential they are for connecting us with the reality of people and things. And language — the way we weave those words together — reflects how we move through time. Language itself is a miracle, permeating our…

  • Hate to judge but love to condemn?

    Here’s what happens when we get it backward. Years ago, I was listening to a radio report of an impending local election on a special referendum. As I understood it, the city was going to vote on the Wet Bra Issue. Well, I was immediately offended, loudly proclaiming to my partner that this nonsense was…

  • I have no milk

    Image by London Wood Co on Unsplash I have no milk to give the world;I have no blood or tears.I have no sweat to prove my work,my willingness to please; too long I toiled and strove and dreamedand no cathedrals rose. So what remains when I am pressed?Not riches; hardly those.I spent it all, held nothing…