unfortunately glitter glue does not travel as far as glitter.

a test – put a pile of glitter on a plate. on a 2nd plate, put some glitter glue. put 1 foot on 1 plate; and the 2nd on the other (duh….) and then go walkabout… ps maybe try this on your porch….

x

I can relate to this post so well! I was tossed around a lot as a kid, living with Grandparents and occasionally my mother or father. One thing seemed to ring true through each living situation: Everyone is different. My Fathers mother was Catholic and had a bargain with my Grandfather that he could raise the Children Lutheran if she could make every other decision in their shared lives. My mother was a hippie from the 60′s and was more in tune with Naturalism as spirituality and devout to ‘the Lorax’ than any other doctrine! My father is a scientist and despite his Lutheran pledge he is more atheist than anything. My Mothers parents are Presbyterian, but when pressed my Grandfather thinks its all a lovely and gruesome myth, to which my Grandmother just rolls her eyes, makes her ‘SHEW’ sound of disapproval and says we all need to believe it all. I’ve leaned each and every way through out my life too. I’d love a spiritual adventure with Glitter glue..

All the best, Jen

ps- There is one thing that I definitely cling to though: One day I read a quote by Jenny Holzer that changed everything: ‘All things are delicately interconnected’. Can a single phrase be the basis for a religion? I don’t know. But I do feel like those few words are the closest thing to spiritual that I’ve every known: we are all connected.

I like your spin on it with the bottle of red wine.