| God's Grace and Details by wendy Look through the window of love to see God in all that you hate. After all, you are God. And God is all that you see. I write and listen to the soft murmuring of the lake while the warm summer breeze kisses my skin. I say, "Thank-you God," for my sacred space. Words tumble onto the page in an orderly fashion, a stark contrast to the chaos of my mind. Not totally caught up in writing, I watch a skinny, brown bird stalk minnows. For long stretches of time, he sits absolutely motionless, staring into the water. From my vantage point, the identical twin of his reflection appears to stare back. The patience is inspiring. It makes me appreciate fishing. I have always considered fishing a sport that required a pre-requisite of extreme boredom or extreme hunger. Even Hemingway failed to convince me otherwise. This innocent bird has managed to penetrate the cement of that logic. I need lots of innocent birds to help me better appreciate the opportunities of my world. It creates a link from which I can become more involved and engaged in the process, if not the outcome. I came to the lake to escape the constant drum of the city. I enjoy my city space and I can create there, but sometimes when I want to create, I have to leave all my creations behind. I need a void. I make or find a space carrying with me only what I know and who I am. Freed from the baggage of my creations, I drift and explore the possibilities: what ifs and such. In that action, I have mirrored the whole of creation. It is how God creates. I think about the perfection of life that we are given so many opportunities to receive God, and thus, to reinvent ourselves on a daily basis. I walk with God, talk with God, eat with God, sleep with God, dream with God. The rhythm is so smooth and flowing I don't have to think about it. We are one in my living and one in my breath. When I do think about it, it is with gratitude that I am able to remember I am God and love is all that I do. It is my hope that in that knowing one day I will achieve it in my being. I am here in the manifest plane to meet that challenge. For now, I accept the necessary two steps forward, one step back process of becoming and let myself swim in the beauty of the planet, glorious in her diversity, splendid in her presentation. The things I find difficult to love merely reflect my need to perfect my loving. I travel with the light that is my constant companion. It is my beacon in the manifest darkness. At one point I awoke from this dream we all share and discovered it was actually me. Now I see it reflected in nightlights, streetlights, and auras, among other things. As I am light, we are all light. As I am God, we are all God. It is beautiful to see the light without the window dressing of the physical form but the physical form offers its own beauty and that is why we are here: to see beauty in all that is and learn to love God anew each day from every vantage-point. My wish is to share the knowing that you are magic, you are divine, and with you, all things are possible. That is God. That is the God that walks with me and in me -- the God I love -- the God we are. The wind shifts. My focus returns to my physical senses. As I enjoy basking in the late summer sun, smelling the soft, musky, lake scent on the breeze. I am reminded of my mortality. I have enjoyed the company of many no longer incarnate who started this particular journey with me and my class. Occasionally they check in. Sometimes, I miss them but I carry my memory of them forward and enjoy my moments for them, as well. The bird is still fishing. I begin to imagine life as a bird. From that vantage point, certain things would be priorities. Other things would not exist. There would be no point in knowing or learning of those things that were not helpful for survival. Life for a bird must be a more streamlined. There are fewer variables and far fewer complications. Outside of that framework, nothing else matters. As Humans, we can shut ourselves off from knowing and learning about others who are not helpful for our survival. But we don't have a good excuse for it. We differ from birds in that we have an awareness of others, and thus, a responsibility for our actions and reactions. Birds don't have the luxury of choosing whether to sleep in a nest full of toxins. That's enough imagining in this direction -- I had not intended to bring complications into my sacred space at this time. But it is a point to ponder: Life as a bird -- who is responsible? I leave my liquid reverie to return to the joy of living and loving those with whom I am still walking. I share my path with some fabulous people and animals and spirit helpers of all sorts. We have chosen a window in time to come together in the beauty of God. Grace is reflected in the details. I intend to inhale the beauty of all that is -- in so doing, I transmute the toxins as I have learned how: with love. I return to my city home to write some more. I write to remember God. I live to know God. In love, I am God. wendy is author of Divine Awakening and Random Sparks of Light. When life offers a wakeup call, transformation is an understatement. E-mail her at lite4one@aol.com. Copyright (c) 2002 wendy |
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