Zombies
Zombies are all the rage. It’s easy to understand when I step back, then take a deep breath and look around. We’re all wide-awake and doing, but not truly being in our bodies, or in the presence of the Spirit. Maybe I’ve seen too much death, but haven’t deeply felt its cold hand upon me. Maybe it’s that I have two degrees and a handful of certifications, which mean nothing in the wilderness. I push back on your faith, whether in me or in a punitive god. It took living my life outside of a class to realize we’re all being created and used, both here and there. It’s not what you think which moves us and animates our souls to a useful end. A dog can probably smell it, but we must fall into it. Let the integrity of not-knowing become the firm and fertile ground of your being. Take a puff of Serenity, then pass it along.
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