Religion Recovery

I want to thank my readers and the for providing a means to process thoughts. I have published a book with some of the blog selections.

“Religion Recovery” by Faye Hager

“Illumination dispels darkness. The cave is really a tunnel. The journey begins.”

“Did Hell freeze over?!” The Christians could not believe that the beloved Bible teacher and devoted servant of God would leave the church. Rumors ran rampant. People had their own explanation. The light had been turned on. The room didn’t look right. She had to discover how to get out of the room and what she might need to take with her.

It can be bought now as a eBook at for your Kindle or IPad

Next week it will be available in book form from

Should you purchase it, I hope you will be assisted in your own journey to recovery and encouragement.




“The water doesn’t know how old you are” Dara Torres

Nor does it know if you are disabled. My daughter has a disability-spina bifida-and utilizes a wheel chair for mobility. Unless she is swimming. When she is swimming, she is mobile just like the rest of us. As she moves along in the water, her head and shoulders above the water, she is moving just like those she is swimming with. I wonder how freeing that must make her feel.

She has always loved to swim. As a child her legs carried little weight so I had to put little ankle weights on her ankles to keep them under the water, they kept wanting to float up and capsize her! So, once we got the balance straight, she could swim like a fish. And she can out float an otter!

I know I feel free in the water. My arms and legs move so fluidly. I like to feel the movement of the water on my skin.

Some people jump in the water, splash, and swim laps. I might do those occasionally, but mostly I find I just want to float quietly. I lie back and the water cradles my head. But I don’t usually just lie there. I find I want to swirl in the water, side to side; head one way and legs the other with my arms flowing up and down . I am not sure how I look, but I feel great when I do that. Perhaps it is because I can feel so much of the water flowing past and along me. Perhaps it is because it feels so carefree.

Swimming, in this case, reminds me of freedom and strength. This is a time when someone who faces the daily challenges of a crippling disability  has the same mobility that I do. Getting into and out of the pool, she is certainly reminded of her disability, but in the water there is no need for leg support. She can swim, or float, or bob along in the water as we all talk and laugh-nothing between us but the same water.

“Water does not resist. Water flows. When you plunge your hand into it, all you feel is a caress. Water is not a solid wall, it will not stop you, but water always goes where it wants to go, and nothing in the end can stand against it. Water is patient. Dripping water wears away a stone. Remember that, my child. Remember you are half water. If you can’t go through an obstacle, go around it. Water does.” Margaret Atwood

Power of belief

The current book I am reading, breaking the spell, discusses the power of a person’s belief. People will die for a belief. There are many who believe that what they believe in is absolute truth. Yet, I wonder about truth. I can not deny that there is some absolute truth. Gravity. We live on earth. Earth rotates around sun….although there was a time that the leaders believed that everything rotated around the earth. Some were punished for challenging that dogma. So even when a truth may be absolute, what we understand about that is limited and therefore must change overtime as we acquire new data. At least, if we allow ourselves to acquire new data.

It can be disturbing to allow new information into our lives. It can make our firm, rock, foundation feel rather shaky, slippery. We have been visiting the lake in Kentucky. It has rained non stop for two weeks. Yesterday two trees feel over from the saturated, muddy, slippery ground. Was it good they fell? The forest way to cleanse the weak or dead wood so the new could grow? I cannot know. But our environment can change us.

So, I sit here this morning with my cup of coffee, I hear the continued rain fall, and I think about beliefs. I think they are the basis for a philosophy. Perhaps they are a synonym for each other. Should they ever be like rock and seemingly in changeable or are they the water that can carve the rock? Who has the stronger power, the rock or the water?