I remember as a young teenager living in a group home for girls run by the Catholic Diocese, they would take us snow skiing every week in the Pocono Mountains. We would have to drive thru a town called Paradise. There was not a week that I had seen that sign that said “Welcome to Paradise” that something inside of me didn’t stir. Kind of like a sign post that felt so familiar on the outside and left a deep longing on the inside.
I really feel every one of us is innately born with that knowing, that thing that says Paradise can be Here, if we work towards it. But somewhere along the way, we decided to work for money and a material security instead. Mass beliefs and mass creation within those beliefs. Continue reading