Chris Martin’s Womanifesto
Permeable Faith
On a road trip, I created a conversation with myself. It was wrapped in faith, and loaded with questions. I suppose you could say that I pondered “urgent” questions at a leisurely pace!
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How do we find a sense of “God” (for those who are looking)? Peace, Passion, Pontification, Piety…
Are we allowed to have our own way?
Do we know “he” is “there?” Or do we believe, in fact, “he” is “here?”
Do we test the waters of “morality” and “faith” when hoping for a taste of the “spiritual guidance” we read about?
Can we only go so far “up” because a “higher” power has predestined religious achievement (who provides the plaque)?
Do we always fall short of the requirements for “good girls?”
Is there a “trip wire” when we have gone to far?
Where do we go when we are asking for “more?”
What are we looking for when we sit very still and wait for an “experience?”
Have you ever dropped down on your knees (in the name of something) and not known where to begin?
Where do we go when our hearts have been ripped out from between our legs in a dirty bathroom, on a sterile table, or on the filthy concrete of an abandoned lot?
What do we hope to become when mistakes saturate our “character” in heavy, suffocating, and demeaning insecurity; or when family holidays become an invitation to exorcise the Dike, Feminist, Buddhist, Liberationist, who questions too much and praises to little?
How do we placate an uncompromising need for our absent mother’s wisdom that aches so deep down in that “throaty place?”
Why do our friends become our sisters?
Where do our children “go” when they challenge authority; what about when they have the courage to say “yes” or “no” because they recognize self awareness, passion, and curiosity?
Is it a “sin” to actively seek “something?”
- apostles
- prophets
- teachers
- miracle workers
- wise counsel
- clear understanding
- “simple” trust
- healing the “sick”
- miraculous acts
- proclamation
- distinguishing between spirits
- interpretations of tongue
- trinity
Who heals souls?
The “words” become entangled with the deeds, but a Woman impassioned by writing can stir souls and nurture a pure form of revelation. The gift of writing is magical, ancient and deliciously deviant, drawing on the power of female understanding long before us.
I speak my mind in hopes of someone yelling, “lights!”
I write because this IS my religious practice.
From my dirty depths to my heart,
From my heart to this page,
I have found what I am looking for.
Thank-you for the inspiration
Chris
neodymium
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