You’ve done the honest, costly work of taking your faith apart. Now you’re standing in the cleared room — not in crisis, just quietly hungry for something real. This is a place to find a contemplative practice that’s entirely your own.
You didn’t lose God. You lost a container that was too small.
Nobody hands you a permission slip when you start asking the questions. So here are the ones I needed someone to give me.
To have no answers yet, to grieve, to explore beyond your tradition, to trust your own experience, and to go as slowly as you need to.
“Finding the Alive Space” — for the moments when the empty shelf feels less like possibility and more like proof.
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I’ve been in that room — surrounded by everything I pulled off the shelf, not sure what comes next. The hunger you feel isn’t evidence of absence. It’s evidence of capacity.
— Sharon Hines, Phoenix Your Faith