My name is Lillie greenwood, and right now I go by Sae.
About Me:
I'm almost 22, and my birthday is on January 13th, 1994
I'm a Capricorn, Aquarius Moon, Virgo Rising
I have been writing since I could draw and wrote books and stories since I was 3 (consciousness), calling myself a writer since then
I thought about becoming a holistic nurse, a nurse practitioner, a psychiatrist, a pediatrician, and a conservationist (or all of those things)
And suddenly I had a revelation when I thought about wanting to go to church in my new community to meet people. I realized after researching Unitarian Universalism that I had wanted to be a minister for my whole life, I just hadn't realized that I could be someone who was a minister and accepting of other people's beliefs, and to have versatility in my religious and.or spiritual beliefs and practices. I remember lots of instances where going to church was comforting in certain instances. When I was in kindergarten my best friend at the time's mother died from cancer. I had no idea how to react. The funeral was a beautiful and almost blindingly white church on a hill in my small home town. I've been to a couple funerals in churches. I went to a group meeting in another church in my hometown across from the one my friend's mother's funeral took place in.
I moved to Millis while I was in high school. I went to Europe the summer after my second year of high school, and saw four cathedrals, one of them being the Notre Dam. That had to be one of my favorite places I have ever been in my life, it was dark and beautiful, indescribably otherworldly. I wanted to sit there for days, and my friend, whom I was with, felt the same. I closed my eyes over and over hoping the stained glass windows would be indelible on my brain. The second house I lived in there was next door to a church. It was called the first church of Christ, and I ate food from its basement while on food stamps, and read poetry in it with my shoes off on its stage. Almost every day I heard its bells, heard singing, heard music, and during Christmas time I heard its Christmas songs at the strike of noon and in the evening as I recall. Also there was a UU church in Wellesley that held meetings every Monday for LGBTQeveryone in middle school and high school. It grew and is more popular than ever now, but it was 20 people at the most when I went there, all high school. I went there for two years, and it was a respite from the hell of high school and its barren hallways (sexually despondent lesbians...that I never knew of). The room we held meetings in was actually memorable, dark wood and white walls with cathedral ceilings. I performed on its stage, painted a pumpkin rainbow, and explored the waters of my sexuality amidst strangers. The church gave me freedom, and acceptance. I've had a good place in my heart for UU churches since. <3
Anyway, my dream is to be spiritual and see people through a brand new lens of creative communal exploration. I hope I will be able to be a respected as a spiritual teacher at least enough to be one.
About Me:
I'm almost 22, and my birthday is on January 13th, 1994
I'm a Capricorn, Aquarius Moon, Virgo Rising
I have been writing since I could draw and wrote books and stories since I was 3 (consciousness), calling myself a writer since then
I thought about becoming a holistic nurse, a nurse practitioner, a psychiatrist, a pediatrician, and a conservationist (or all of those things)
And suddenly I had a revelation when I thought about wanting to go to church in my new community to meet people. I realized after researching Unitarian Universalism that I had wanted to be a minister for my whole life, I just hadn't realized that I could be someone who was a minister and accepting of other people's beliefs, and to have versatility in my religious and.or spiritual beliefs and practices. I remember lots of instances where going to church was comforting in certain instances. When I was in kindergarten my best friend at the time's mother died from cancer. I had no idea how to react. The funeral was a beautiful and almost blindingly white church on a hill in my small home town. I've been to a couple funerals in churches. I went to a group meeting in another church in my hometown across from the one my friend's mother's funeral took place in.
I moved to Millis while I was in high school. I went to Europe the summer after my second year of high school, and saw four cathedrals, one of them being the Notre Dam. That had to be one of my favorite places I have ever been in my life, it was dark and beautiful, indescribably otherworldly. I wanted to sit there for days, and my friend, whom I was with, felt the same. I closed my eyes over and over hoping the stained glass windows would be indelible on my brain. The second house I lived in there was next door to a church. It was called the first church of Christ, and I ate food from its basement while on food stamps, and read poetry in it with my shoes off on its stage. Almost every day I heard its bells, heard singing, heard music, and during Christmas time I heard its Christmas songs at the strike of noon and in the evening as I recall. Also there was a UU church in Wellesley that held meetings every Monday for LGBTQeveryone in middle school and high school. It grew and is more popular than ever now, but it was 20 people at the most when I went there, all high school. I went there for two years, and it was a respite from the hell of high school and its barren hallways (sexually despondent lesbians...that I never knew of). The room we held meetings in was actually memorable, dark wood and white walls with cathedral ceilings. I performed on its stage, painted a pumpkin rainbow, and explored the waters of my sexuality amidst strangers. The church gave me freedom, and acceptance. I've had a good place in my heart for UU churches since. <3
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