As a kid I kept two things right by me in my room: a little white Emerson radio; plastic, with ridges in the front. I could listen late at night to the Phillies’ baseball games from San Francisco – at least until a run scored and I made too much noise, and my mom came in and turned it off…
and up on the top of my bureau, was a small white glow-in-the-dark cross with a built in base. At night the whole thing glowed. I loved it. It was a sacred space and I was ten.
My spiritual path has been winding and fascinating. I’ll share it as we talk and grow Oneness and bring in all the facets, challenges, and activism of spreading the reality that we are ALL ONE.
So let’s get on the train because it’s been cruising from station to station already. Let’s rock. Namaste.