If light is the absence of darkness and life is the absence of death, what if loving-kindness is the absence of wrath . . .
Awakening to this kind of Sight can bring healing and wholeness to a hurting world . . .
While describing herself as spiritual she said she identifies most with Christianity, but was puzzled by the importance placed on Christmas to the seeming neglect of Easter—“that’s the real holiday, isn’t it? A dead tree and gifts have little to do with why he was born in the first place . . .
. . . as beliefs that what is True is other than itself become fainter and fainter and our attention upon our beliefs becomes less and less demanding . . .
Why me? Do you ever ask yourself this question? I do. I did, just yesterday, as I was driving to pick up my grandchildren from the bus stop . . .
I get it. Sometimes it seems as if days can turn into weeks, weeks into months, and months into years of one hardship after another. This crazy world is filled with overwhelming unfair and undue pain, grief and suffering.
Here is the truth . . . the word “terror,” or “fear” in some translations of the above verse and elsewhere in the Bible means “divine or reverential awe.”
All of these hues and tones arouse my Taurus earthiness. Even as the tapestry of colors herald the beginning of a deep cyclical slumber, I am feeling vibrantly alive as if the Master Artist has created all of this just for me.
I learned so much from him. Justice taught me what it really means to not judge someone. I do not know and cannot see what is in a person’s heart. Neither do I know the rest of his or her life’s story, nor do I need to know—God knows and that is enough.
. . . my heart races, doubts assail me and I look for a way out by staying under the radar . . .