The Other Side of the Coin

Despite my previous post, all is not misery. After all, there is church.

It’s weird. After all these years, I still don’t feel like a church lady, yet there I am, week after week.

I joined a church when I came to Ventura because I wanted to make friends, nothing more. It certainly wasn’t for spiritual reasons. I eventually switched churches and bam. I find myself immersed in actual honest-to-God-or-whatever-Higher-Power-as-you-understand-Him/Her/It spirituality.

I’m meditating. I’m praying. And I like it.

When I see my fellow church members, I am starting to say “Hello family.” That’s really how it feels.

I don’t know how I got so lucky to find myself in this remarkable community of understanding and love, and yet there I am.

My pastor is goofy. Her email begins with “BeastieGirl@”

We have no dogma. We have no required beliefs. We have classes where we wonder aloud if there is a God.

But somehow it is church, and it is the best place on earth for me. I wish everyone had a place like this. I hope you find yours, because I love mine.