The Spirit

I am famished for the Experience of G*d.

Life has run us ragged.
Zelda picked up a book on the Altars of Mexico yesterday with my sister.

I was not ready for it yesterday.

Looking through it today, it was facinating.

Spirituality is so important to these families that they make it a physical expression in their daily life through a shrine, which they Create Themselves.

I don't neccessarily understand it.
They make me uncomfortable.

My G*d tells me that to make or pray to such images is a, "NO, NO".
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I'd like to have Zelda officiate over a small cerimony for lost Loved ones.

We'll see...