I always walk or sit outside in the evening at this time of year because I know that which I experience as God albeit nature, Universal Intelligence, the Big Due or Allah is present. The weariness and worries, the sacred shit of the day pauses in that moment between day and night. The light is golden through the trees, coming at me sideways.
"That moment brings me home to myself and whenever I'm home, the god is there.
Speaking of god, I went to a new church last weekend and the minister sat with the children on the floor. She said: God has many names. What name do you want to call God today?" A little girl said, "Rainbow." The church members without hesitation began to pray: "Our Rainbow who art in heaven, hallowed be thy name . . . ." I knew I was home in that church and God (aka Rainbow) was there.
These are desperate times in the world and that means desperation lives in human hearts as well. Sometimes we have to unpack all the trappings and go back to the center, to the first moment to find ourselves. Wordsworth writes: "The world is too much with us." If it was too much with Wordsworth who only had his feet and a few books to infiltrate his soul, imagine how much it is with us who are plugged in to a never-ending tsunami of digital diversions.
In the evening and early morning, unplugged, I remember my place in creation. I come home to the first day. Roxie
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