Cosmology, Mysticism, Reality, Religion, Spirituality

WANTED: The Divine (Perfectionists need not apply)

Not sure what got me to thinking along this line on the way to work the other day, but all of a sudden it hit me – how unfair we are to the divine in our lives. We expect perfection of it. No – we demand perfection of it. And then we set out to specify exactly what that means. We tell it what we want, and when we want it. We ask on our knees, but with strings attached, and all kinds of expectations in our eyes. We speak words of love, then forget them when we don’t get our way. Things just happen – and we strike out in pain against the One we have decided must be behind it all. Otherwise, what’s the point?

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Indiana Sand Dunes, Lake Michigan, February 2015

But is that really true? Even if there IS a One, what makes me think S/he/it is causing any of this? What if I’m causing it all myself, and just looking for some convenient scapegoat to blame, like we do in every other area of our lives?

We demand God love us unconditionally, the love we’ve never found on Earth. And yet, we don’t return the favor. If I speak to you, you better speak back. If I give you a gift, I’ll demand one in return. And if I love you – if I DARE to love you – you better be willing to give me EVERYTHING – including your only child. If you don’t love me enough to sacrifice EVERYTHING that has ever meant anything to you, then you don’t really love me. Is that really true? If you were a psychologist and a couple sitting across from you expressed those same ideas to each other, would you applaud with a “Yes, that’s great!” Or would terms like “severe dysfunction” be running silently through your mind and out the tip of your pen?

Wow. That’s an interesting thought. How many ways do we codependently attempt to manipulate Spirit in our lives? To boss around God? To indoctrinate the divine? It’s like we’ve failed at this so many times in our personal lives on the planet that we decided to create something even BIGGER and then apply the exact same rules and behaviors that never worked out down here in the first place. Hmmm… how’d that turn out for ya?

I’ll admit, I DO think there is something bigger, that we’re part of something larger, this God of Many Faces, an elephant far too grand for just one blind man to describe. So if there IS a Divine, maybe it’s time we stop making up rules for how it should be, how it should act, how it should think. Maybe we should just let it be. Maybe we should practice a bit of that unconditional love we talk about so much. Instead of blaming it for everything that happens, and giving or withholding love and approval accordingly, maybe we should try just being with it. Just loving it, exactly as it is, however that may be. Maybe we could even try that tactic with life, just to be different. Loving it, exactly as it is, however that may be. Maybe we could even start trying that with others – and even (gasp, gasp) ourselves. Loving it – exactly as it is.

I wonder, how different would the world be if we could do this? Life? Our relationships – with ourselves, with others, with the greater whatever-it-is that so many of us feel is out there?

I just wonder.

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Indiana Sand Dunes, Michigan City, Lake Michigan, February 2015

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Cosmology, Mysticism, Photos, Reality, Religion, Spirituality

One Needle: Found


One Needle: Found

How much we are loved – so far beyond our comprehension. All of it, every single little piece – even those hardest to see, to feel, to imagine – all part of the love, trying to reach us, trying to get through, just trying to show us, if we would open up to it, even just once, to the possibility that everything really, truly, is love. I don’t understand it. And I don’t have to. All I have to do is feel it, allow it, be it. And so it is.



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Cosmology, Reality, Religion, Spirituality


Kris Leigh House 1 Xmas Deco 001Not too long ago, I supported my writing and storytelling habit by working at a nursing home, designing activities to promote the physical, mental, emotional, and spiritual wellbeing of those who called this unnatural place home. Slowing down each day as I arrived, adjusting to the speed of life inside those doors, was an incredible learning experience, while working with residents with Alzheimer’s brought its own humbling lessons.

The layout of the place was unique. It was small, intimate, from the outside appearing like two longish white ranch houses, identical, facing each other across a green expanse. The perfectly centered gazebo carried on the surreal illusion of balanced perfection.

One beautiful soul drew me even more than the others, so sweet and precious – she reminded me of my grandmother, always a lady, down to her freshly applied lipstick and pristine penciled eyebrows. And – get this – she used to be a pilot. Of course we connected! Bless her heart, this beautiful woman never knew where she was, what day it was, where her family was or when they would return. It was my job, along with the others, to keep her happy and smiling, reassured, as she lived in her world. It did no good to speak to her about reality – my truth meant nothing to her. To connect with Miz Mamie, as I’ll call her, I had to go completely into her world, and speak the words she needed to hear. It took time to gain her trust, to calm her fear, but finally she grew to know my face enough to wave and smile each time I’m come in the door.

One day as we walked down the hallway together, she happened to look out the window of “my home” where she was “just visiting” – and saw the other building, carbon copy of the one we were in. Sparkling in the sunshine, it looked inviting, a home made to order. She drew me to the window, excited – look, look, look at that beautiful house over there. We should go visit.

I agreed with her. It looked lovely. I’m sure very nice people live there, and they might even have a cake coming fresh out of the oven if we arrived at tea time (3PM, for those who are interested). Why, yes, we’d do that someday. But right now, let’s go play some music, shall we? Remember how we love to sing together?

We started down the hall again, and then I stopped in my tracks. Even now the memory of the thought that swept through my mind feels overwhelming.

This is exactly what happens when we look for God. We look out the window of our soul, gazing across that open expanse, and see the most beautiful things, the most welcoming places – out there – out there – out there. How wonderful it would be to visit. To claim that space as our own in some small way.

But the truth is, what we’re seeing is a mere reflection – a carbon copy of you. Of me. Of us together, peering out that window, arm and arm, in love with each other. As someone once said, like the nose on our face, our eyes can’t get any closer without the image appearing to move away – because we’re all the same thing. All the same beauty. It IS us. We are IT.

Such a beautiful memory. Such a beautiful woman. So grateful to have shared that moment with her, and for the teaching she inadvertently shone into my world.

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Cosmology, Reality, Religion, Spirituality

It’s a boy!!! No, it’s a girl!!! Or maybe, it’s just Time.

Welcome to my new adventure – so glad you’ve come along for the ride! And what a ride it is. Funny how we know when an idea’s time has come.

I’ve been chewing on this blog idea for a few months now, but it wasn’t time. And yet this morning as I began putting the pieces together to share my newborn infant with the world, to make it real and give it feet, I rediscovered a whole other folder of comments and notes, blurbs to myself, and realized that I’ve been writing – privately – on this idea for over two years now, preparing to share my thoughts with you.

I hadn’t recognized it because this folder was under another name – another blog idea. Rather than “God of Many Faces” it was “God Is,” or perhaps “Love Is.” Such a beautiful moment when I realized this and began reading through the passages I’ve been gathering for oh-so-long.

So here you go, world: After a lifetime of trying on just about every definition and flavor of what God is – or isn’t – here’s what I think. Here’s what I feel. Here’s what I see. Perhaps some of this will resonate. Perhaps not. And that’s ok too. This is just for me. And, if you like it, it’s for you as well.