We are a people who like our specifics. We are basically animals with label-making machines in our hands. We feel a need to categorize and order all that we can.
Which, I think, is sometimes why we argue about religion so much. Everyone wants to put their sticker on the biggest prize. Or, conversely, in the case of atheists, to slap a big ol’ N/A tag on the void.
Regardless of what we call this phenomenon, those of us who do believe in something would prefer for it/them/her/him to be called by a proper name.
The message I’ve been getting, and the songs I’ve been hearing, are reminding us that it makes not one damn bit of difference HOW we refer to our spiritual source, just so long as we continue to make the recognition. And to do it in our own individual way.
Whether we go to church, or attend no organized serves of any sort, just stopping somewhere in our day (or week, or whenever) to sit in holiness is a gift. A moment for our soul to really rest and see and reach out to others.
Those sacred seconds are precious, and needed. It is necessary for us all to stop. To have a time for Quiet. For prayer. For reflection. For meditation. For just stepping off the messy and loud ride we call this life, and taking a few deep breaths, taking a pause in our daily busy-ness.
“You’re not thinking about loving.
you’re just being love –
like the sun.”
This is a view of our upstairs hall, and it suits us perfectly right now. Some ancestors worshiped the Sun, and that was ideal for them. This is a validating reminder to set the title tapes down, and look within. Holding and honouring our own impression, our own faith, that’s the key. Not who or what we call it.
Ram Dass 2016 Wall Calendar
Today’s Moment of Irony:
is that just after I got this post written, I saw there is some kind of television event coming up called The Story of God. When I read the headline, I just said, “thanks” and laughed at how awesome these signs are.