This week I sent an email to the Idris Mosque to make an appointment to visit on Friday. Also I am going to the hindu temple on Sunday and depending on how long that takes I could make it to the late night mass at Seattle U. But I would really be happy if i could do at least two.
My second draft is due in a little more than a week and I've written so much and nothing at all.
I'm almost worried.
This week I will write my thoughts for at least twenty minutes a day.
Here are some thoughts.
Must religion have a home (church)?
Why must we choose one religion?
Are some people innately not religious or do we all have our own way of expressing religion?
How do people accept death?
What is the definition of religion (deeper than the dictionary) ?
Why doesn't God speak to me!?
There is nearly a perfect community happening at Occupy Seattle. And yet I don't like it at all. I want to be there with my boyfriend. But there is something about it that makes me entirely uncomfortable.
I read my Playwright Manifesto that I wrote at a poetry reading last night. It was invigorating.
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