Ephiphanies

Years ago I recall reading Joyce's "Portrait of the Artist" and reading the word "epiphany' and trying to deeply consider those moments in my life, which, perhaps understandably, have been few and far between.

Age 17 with a cut out star in the upper porch of my grandparents (Dad's side) and my Grandmother asked me why this yellow star was so important to me and I repsonded that it nmade me feel safe and kinda like being protected by God. Her answer was "It is better to believe in God than not"and I considered souls on their deahtbeds dying and having renounced God their whole lives, are suddenly filled with the Holy Spirit and confess their faults and profess a belief.

That revelation when you realize that something you took as an absolute, for granted, suddenly is not such.

So maybe it can ultimatley be easier to believe than not.


I have decided that it is best to continue to focus on what makes each of us happy and ultimately fulfilled, and for me today that has been watching my daughters learn how to write the numbers one through nine.
Today we all ended up rolling to the park and then hung out in the backyard, soaking up the sun rays and laughing. Sometimes life IS an ephiphany.