I have a complex relationship with Mother Mary. I found her so soothing and reassuring as a child. I remember staring at this picture when it hung in my Grandmother’s house and just feeling completely loved.
As I grew up, my frustration with structured religion caused me to reject all the things that were associated with it: Angels, Mother Mary, Jesus, etc. It’s not so much that I didn’t believe they didn’t exist as it was more a problem of how they were being presented to me—it didn’t match what I was experiencing as a young adult with my own intuition unfolding.Read More