I Did NOT draw this! I commissioned it from ! Hense why it is titled "Dream Weaver by DRAYOK"
This information is also in the Artists Comments of the deviation!
Current Residence: NW Indiana
Favourite genre of music: I'm very Eclectic. I like all different types of music.
Favourite style of art: Whatever catches my eye
Favourite book: Memoirs of a Geisha and War of the Fae
Favourite movie: Spirited Away & The Vision of Escaflowne
Favourite cartoon/Anime character(s): Li Syaoran from CardCaptor Sakura, Sokka & Toph from ATLA, and Shin-ah from Akatsuki no Yona
Personal Quote: If age is a matter of feeling and not of years, then I'm 25
I apologize for not updating more last night. I was a bit distracted (Rhiahannaen was watching Coraline and I hadn’t ever seen it before, either) and I wanted to be sure that I worded everything in this journal right.
I was in a very dark place a few months ago, as my March 11th journal entry suggested. It was all I could do to keep my head above the water.
My daughter Kylie spent Easter Sunday with her Father. When he brought her home that night I was faced with a crossroad on my life’s journey and had to make a decision that was going to take me on a whole new path. Well, I suppose it’s more a return to a previous path.
If you have been following me for a while or are one of those who I consider to be a friend, you are aware of my spirituality. I didn’t make a secret of the fact that I identified as being Pagan, meaning that I followed a non-Abrahamic path. I didn’t call myself a Christian, though I have been Baptized and Confirmed as a Roman Catholic. I have written often about my spiritual beliefs. I did not consider myself religious. I’ve always said, though, that I didn’t have anything against Jesus and that I believed he was a good man who taught some very good things. It was a lot of his followers that I didn’t like… because so many of them pick and choose from the Bible what they want to preach about and ignore everything that doesn’t support their “cause.”
Well, on Easter Sunday, I was informed that Kylie wanted to go to Sunday School at her father’s church and that a bus could come and pick her up on the Sunday’s when she is with me. Adam, my husband, does not have a good opinion of this church and everyone that I mention the name of the church to cringes at the thought of it. I also didn’t like the idea of sending my child off on a bus to a church that I know nothing about and have no idea what they are teaching. Don’t get me wrong, I had nothing against my child learning about Jesus… rather, I had everything against my child being dropped off at home one day from that church bus and telling me that “I’m going to hell because I don’t go to church,” or that she’s being bullied and picked on because her mother isn’t a member of the church.
As I mentioned, I was raised as a Roman Catholic; I’ve been Baptized, had my First Communion and was later Confirmed while in college. I had already been thinking about putting the kids in CCD. I tried talking to my mother’s cousin, who is a Catholic Priest, about it. However, I later came to the conclusion that the only way I would get my kids in CCD classes would be if I returned to the church as well. The Catholic church doesn’t just want your children to come to Sunday school while you say at home… they want you to be there, in church, as well.
Of course… this wasn’t an easy decision for me to make. I had a lot of questions and concerns about returning to the Church. I wasn’t about to put my children through anything that I wasn’t willing to do, myself. I wasn’t going to expect my children to believe in something that I didn’t believe in… So I knew that I had some soul searching to do.
This wasn’t something that I was going to take lightly. I first informed my Mother’s cousin of my decision, and he recommended me to talk to one of the Deacon’s in my local Catholic Church. After contacting him and making an appointment, we met up. The quick meeting that I was expecting turned into an hour and a half, open-minded and enjoyable conversation that would have lasted longer had I not have had to pick up my daughters from the Boys and Girls club. I seemed to have impressed the Deacon with my knowledge of other worldly beliefs, though compared to my husband and several other friends, I know very little. My primary question took him by surprise and needed some thought, though I would find my answer a couple of days later.
And I’m still finding answers to questions. But as I am growing in the Catholic Faith again, I am also trying to figure out how I can hold on to my Spiritual beliefs. Though of course my Spiritual beliefs are growing as I continue to find answers in the Catholic Faith. Needless to say, it’s a learning process.
Also, I am very sorry that I haven’t written anything new. Life has been busy since Easter. Things have gotten better, whereas we are not in as much financial distress. However, I’ve been very busy with work, and with my Daughter, Rhiahannaen. I had to take her off of her ADHD medicine because we didn’t have insurance and couldn’t afford it. Now that we have insurance again, I’m trying to decide if I should put her back on her medicine or not…
I haven’t had much time at all to think about writing… To be honest I haven’t had much inspiration or ideas, either… I kind of feel a bit lost, there…
In any case, that’s about it for now. I’m being distracted again, and it’s getting late. I’ll try to update more. It’s almost summer, so hopefully I’ll have more time, though I don’t want to make any promises.
Don't quit when the tide is lowest,
For it's just about to turn;
Don't quit over doubts and questions,
For there's something you may learn.
Don't quit when the night is darkest,
For it's just awhile 'til dawn;
Don't quit when you've run the farthest,
For the race is almost won.
Don't quit when the hill is steepest,
For your goal is almost nigh;
Don't quit, for you're not a failure
Until you fail to try.
|"A fictional story... has been conceived by an artist with words, shaped by the writer's imagination, much as a sculptor shapes a statue." ~Jean Fiedler|