Posts by MicahMurray
April in the Ecovillage
It’s April in the Ecovillage. Today we are not in the Ecovillage. Today we are in the city. Soon we will be in the Ecovillage again. We are in the liminal space between Winter Solstice and Summer Solstice — the half-orbit of our Earth that seems to be carrying us into a new world at…
Read MoreHow to Worship the Sun
The sun has been giving me clues. The sun is the primal religion. I have got to start worshipping the Sun.
Read MoreHow to Get to the River
It’s negative eight degrees outside my window. Inside my window a handful of houseplants lean toward the light, despite the frigid temperatures on the other side of the glass. There are oak trees growing in the houseplants, oak trees almost six inches tall, sprouted from acorns buried by squirrels last summer when the houseplants were…
Read MoreHow to Return to the Garden
In the beginning was a garden. Whether we consult religious myths or natural sciences, we can trace the roots of our species to complex ecosystems of biological life pouring forth in generative relationships within the web of existence. Humans, like all other life-forms, once participated in these ecosystems according to the constraints of their environments;…
Read MoreTo the Unvaccinated People I Love
I cannot think of you without feeling the weight of your contribution to the crisis that is crushing the doctor that I love.
Read MoreDon’t Help My Unbelief
I want you to know that unbelief in God is not a sin. I want you to know that atheism is not a bad word.
Read MoreSummer’s End (August)
Since I left God the Father I have fallen in love with the earth that has always been my home. Allowing myself to feel this way about the reality around me has done more for the God-shaped hole in my heart than my Father in Heaven ever did. But…
Read MoreSummer’s End (July)
Today I feel the ache of summer’s mortality, as July blazes out in a crescendo of sun and heat and humidity and I can feel in my skin that suddenly more summer is behind us than in front of us. The gift of awareness comes with the awareness of death and this gift is harder…
Read Morei make the river sing
This is now, now. This is a new year. These are the first words of a new year. Time is meaningless, and so is existence, but I am ensnared in both, god in skin trapped in meaningless time and meaningless existence and craving meaning I make it myself. don’t you see? the craving of meaning…
Read MoreWhy Won’t God Fucking Do Something?
It’s an amazing, intricate, world full of suffering and death. It’s not enough. But it’s all we have.
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