I’m currently reading You Can Heal Your Life by Louise Hay and finding so many gems. The premise of this book is that most physical illnesses stem from emotional roots. She doesn’t believe all illnesses can be cured through spiritual/emotional healing but her own story is one where she did in fact cure herself of cancer through forgiveness and claiming her worth and power.

As we near our annual love day tomorrow, I thought I’d take a moment to write about sex today; sex from a progressive Christian standpoint; sex from the standpoint of one who has further developed her thoughts from the rigid and restrictive teachings about sex she was taught growing up. 

Happy New Year, everyone! New year, you say? Wasn’t that over a month ago? Yes and no. The New Year of the solar calendar took place on January 1st but the Lunar New Year changes every year. This year, it fell on Tuesday, February 5th—yesterday.

I had an amazing conversation with a graduate student this past week who wanted to interview me for her class on gender, sexuality and religion. We discussed a multitude of topics but her final question provoked a passionate response within me that I wanted to share with the rest of you.

A reader emailed me a couple of weeks ago with a question about one of my posts. It was such a great question that I wanted to dedicate an entire post to it. 

This week, we have a special guest post by Sara Bailey of TheWidow.net. Sara has a heartbreaking yet empowering story of unexpectedly losing her husband at the age of 40. Left to parent two children alone, she had to figure out how to put her life back together and mend her family’s broken hearts.

Here’s what I’ve been thinking a lot about as we embark on this new year: the compounding effect.

Many of us have heard about this in regards to our finances, I’m sure. We put a sum of money into a savings or investment account and it grows exponentially over time.

I was recently at a tense meeting where two of the people have a history of offending one another. As so often happens in these situations, one of those people said a comment, which the other person misinterpreted.

I have experienced my share of strong emotions throughout my life ranging from delirious elation to down-in-the-dumps misery. For a long time, I would get swept up in my emotions and I truly believed there was no other way to deal with them than to express them.

This is our very first Christmas season in San Diego. The first of what will probably be many more. Who would have thought? I wouldn’t have even just one year ago.