I remember leaving the church.

I remember when the mask of godly love got pulled askew and I saw the ugly, manipulative, greedy, frightened story behind the pretty robes. I remember when my own life as a human being and as a woman became so much more real to me than then role I was groomed to expect in the pews of the place they called, ‘the sanctuary.’

I remember when I first saw the game that was being played by the organization that claimed to represent the divine. And I clearly remember saying a firm, ‘hell no’ to that wack story.

32 years later, I continue to peel back the layers of the onion that block me from the flow I KNOW I came here to feel. It’s not just the church that blocks this flow. It’s all the things. The ancestral lineage of domination is rhysomal in nature. There’s nothing we can do except to KEEP choosing life.

Loving reading your work. I’m so glad you made it to Medium and to Fourth Wave to share your powerful stories.

Keep going!!!!!