August 24, 2011

Driven to Distraction

Manchester-by-the-Sea Bathhouse   by Erika Chan

I grew up in a hippie household

in the 1960s.

The youngest of five,

by a long stretch.

My atheist DAD

and my non-atheist MOM

did their best to get us to

our Presbyterian church on Sundays.

Photo by Caroline Fernandes

But my religious education

went amiss,

having witnessed my older sibling's

religious revolt,

not to mention my own slight ADD'ishness.

And now

forty years later

I can't say I've come any further

except to know

that we're all connected

and simply

just need



each other.


  1. I couldn't possibly love this more. Amen! Agreed. And all that good stuff.

  2. Beautiful, just a gorgeous truth! Our multidimensional being knows this at a cellular level!

    I love you in me.


  3. Thanks girlies.

    And in the end,

    the love you make

    is equal to the love take.

    How fabulous were those Beatles?

    At 1:32 seconds right here:

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  5. Oops- or rather:

    And in the end

    the love you take

    is equal to the love make.

    Or, perhaps it could be both.