On my forty-fourth birthday—Sunday, December 27, 2020—I rose before dawn, whipped up a batch of “crack” (my homemade, very dark chocolate) and sat down at the dining room table, in the half-dark, to write in my journal.
No agenda. No time limit. My heart opened as I wrote. It was divine.
The next Sunday, I repeated the ritual. And Chocolate Church was born.
Now, Chocolate Church is a podcast—where heretics go for communion.
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