At 65, I’m finally understanding who I am. I rarely take anything at face value, seek meaning in every experience, and uncover spiritual truths in unexpected places.
I am not religious. After six years of parochial school and difficult encounters with well-meaning Christians, I left religion behind long ago. Yet, I read the Bible daily—not as a theologian, but as a seeker. I believe in choosing grace over revenge, kindness over bitterness, and forgiveness over resentment. And I’m learning to cultivate joy, even when circumstances make it difficult.
Truthfully, 2024 was one of the hardest years of my life. I struggled to get out of bed, to find purpose, even to breathe. But even in the darkness, I held onto a mustard-seed-sized faith that if I woke up, God still had a reason for me to be here.
Then, two unexpected events shifted my perspective:
- We became Florida residents.
- I received a surprise stipend—just enough to cover a Walt Disney World annual pass.
I’d always seen Disney as a place for family vacations, not somewhere an adult would go alone. But something in me knew I needed a spark of joy, so for once, I didn’t overthink it. I bought the pass.
And something surprising happened.
At Disney, I began to rediscover wonder, whimsy, and the magic of childlike faith. I realized that sacred truths aren’t confined to church walls—they can be found in the winding paths of Epcot’s World Showcase, where every turn offers a new perspective, and in the quiet rhythm of walking my dog, where nature has a way of revealing the answers I didn’t know I was seeking.
This blog is my way of sharing those discoveries. It’s about seeing the sacred in the everyday, whether at a theme park or in ordinary moments of life. Because sometimes, the most unexpected places hold the deepest truths.
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