It began in Jacksonville NC, but we didnít stay long. My parents became missionaries to the Caribbean. Those islands are my real home.
We were Pentecostals, for all the ecstatic states and strangeness that means. It was an amazing, spiritual, cathartic journey. It taught me to let the spirit listen.
But Pentecostalism wasn't for me. So, I left.
In recent years I have focused on seeing the usefulness of various spiritual methods,
on removing judgment, on listening, on exploration. It has been deeply freeing.