Where Did My Religion Go?

And do I really want to find it?

Photo by Ben White on Unsplash

When I was 30 years old or so, I had a moment in life that I like to refer to as “the time I went crazy in the downstairs bedroom”. I was smoking pot, jobless, and taking care of my chocolate lab puppy who had just had surgery at 7 months old.

I admit that I can be a bit broody, and existential thoughts can come sweeping through my head…