Clothing

Life absolutely amazes me in which way God works. I guess the reverend mother in the Sound of Music was so right about when God shuts a door He opens a window. This of course is only if we allow Him. I have, and my life is flowing in a most extra ordinary venue.  This year has been amazing in so many ways, in so many wonders, in such a magical way.  Friends from childhood turning up—out of the mist of time, new friends, connections that are transforming my life. One has to allow it all to happen—God is always there but at times we are obstinate and want our own way. We doggedly cling to the past, to hope that has long ago dissipated, and to love that is no longer there. It is hard to break free of the bonds, but once severed one is able to fly once more to height previously not possible. Each relationship has certain limits—or as they say—we have certain parts to play—and then we exit  or an other enters, life unfolds in the most wonderful way.

Do I regret anything in my life? Not one single minute—I would still do everything the same, want to be the person I am and keep walking the same path. I would not be the person I am were it not for my experiences which have formed me—which have kneaded me—are still kneading me, sculpting me; my soul as well as my spirit. It is like changing a garment—we put on a new one once we enter a new scene.  We carefully take it of—with some saddness, wash it, iron it and fold it and carefully pack it away amongst tissue paper in a cardboard box. At we may take it out now and then as time passes—look at it and remember through the remnants of the whiff of perfume, the colours of the fabric and the texture which reminds us of times gone by, moments carved into our minds, words of passion remembered with deep emotion and faces that seem to fade as time passes.  We recall the sweet memories it brings back as we hold our “well loved garment” close our hearts once more as we remember, recall the stories, the words, the memories that it holds—all the treasures that it implanted in our hearts—then once more we return it to its box, and put it on the top shelf of the cupboard being enriched by the experience. Nothing is ever permanent except the memories.

Someone asked today—“What do you believe? Do you believe there is only one person out there to love you? Or more than one? Can you truly love more than one person?” For a long time I thought there was only one—but now I have come to understand, acknowledge and do believe that most definitely there is more than one. I sort of felt guilty—I felt I was betraying “love”. Even a few weeks ago I coudn`t shake the feeling, until I realized through a conversation that –every relationship is an experience to grow by, every relationship brings along a new view, brings a new panorama of soul, spirit and the world with it. The more deep relationships we have, and the more we have to gain – the more we grow. Nothing that we ever truly posses, or love is ever lost—it becomes the very living fabric that we actually are –we become each other for always. This is the greatest lesson Our Lady could ever teach me—for now I know. Yes-strength, courage, faith, hope and experience the very transforming power of love.
-Firebird

The Divine,is Love

Looking into my intoxicated eyes

You accept my passion 
with the serenity of Love

 You are the Master of Existence

One day I shall be a Lover like You

~Rumi

All that is Divine, is Love

All that exists, exists in love. From a cosmic perspective we see the divine romance, a divine dance in all things. The lover and the beloved.

In the beginning was only Love, Light, only love Divine.  Love was everything, the All that IS,--the I AM the Creator, God Himself.  And in His completeness, Love, whom is God personified had a dream.  He dreamed He could know Himself in His entirety, could explore and discover Himself in all His infinite wonder and so it created the Beloved—you and I. His very own essence—His divine nature, the eternal spark burst forth.  Out of the vast limitlessness of His creative being, You and I were born—sprung forth from the Creator`s very existence; we, the living divine spark. A single point of light, unique, an individual expression of the embodied of God, the Beloved was brought forth.

The Lover is Unity. The Beloved is a multifarious incorporation of divine love, a spiritual body with infinite members. Each spark of light has it's own wonder. You have your own wonder! When two or more sparks come together in love, the wonder is amplified. It is no small thing, when love unites together in embodied love.

This embodied love is an art, a living poem; when two lovers enter sacred pleasure or three friends share laughter overflowing from divine joy or a room full of open hearts silently gazing into each others souls. Love is magnified, enlarged, expressed.

Clowns of God

I saw a beautiful movie tonight--about a pure spirit named Jon who has the most severe Down`s Syndrome. He dosn`t speak--but his soul sings of the pure love of God, radiating pure light!


CLOWNS OF GOD

I know what are you thinking.
You need a sign.
What better one could I give
than to make this little one whole and new?
I could do it; but I will not.
I am the Lord and not a conjurer.

I gave this mite a gift I denied to all of you
ETERNAL INNOCENCE
To you he looks imperfect
but to me he is flawless,
like the bud that dies unopened,
or the fledglings
that fall from the nest to be devoured by ants.

He never offended me,
as all of you have done.
He never perverted the work of My Father hands.
He is necessary to you.

He will evoke the kindness that will prompt you to
gratitude for own good fortune....more.....
he will remind you every day that I AM who I AM,
that My ways are not yours,
and the smallest dust mite whirled in darkest
space does not fall out of my hand.

I have chosen you.
you have not chosen me.
this little one is my sign to you.
TREASURE HIM.

Be present, show up

All makes a difference. Being present, showing up to all events in one`s life.

Sometimes things eclipse, or dim our clear light and only later do we realize how important the events were.  We are busy, stressed worried, anxious about the future, missing the present totally—obsessing over inconsequential material stuff or events. Or at time totally immersed in the past—thus never being fully present or engaged in the “now”. There is horizontal time, (temporal time) and vertical time, (eternal time)—these at certain moments in our lives intersect. It is then we realize the signifiquence of every action that has serious consequences on our life—if we are vigilant, are present and actually show up. All events have a purpose and often we seem to sleep through the events—so we miss the “learning points”.

At the very point of intersection is the spot where we can step back and see events unfolding almost as if we were totally detached—like a movie, at that moment it all make clear absolute sense—we see all crystal clear the reasons of the happenstance.  In those moments we accept, embrace the situation with full awareness—and suddenly our lives seem to have purpose and interpretation for all the motivations and the so seeming incomprehensible actions of fate. In that moment we seem to see life from both ends—and recognize the eternal truth that, “everything in fact falls into the great cosmic unfolding”. There are no wrong roads, no senseless experiences, no coincidences—only synchronicity.

Once we realize this—life becomes easier as we realize that in the end it is all for the “positive expansion of the soul”.  This way all our life events have purpose—which we realize that in that moment of occurrence we may not comprehend, but willingly accept and bare the load. Picking up our cross in a way—without much complaint.

Personally I believe that unless we come to the realization of this—consciously, then those events have much less of an impact than when we recognize their importance, or being in a sense of an “awakened” state. If and when we live in the unconscious present oblivious of all divine actions all of life`s actions seems purposeless. Often life events occur and we rebel against it—kicking and screaming how very unfair life is, but looking at the events more objectively we see the lessons that the said event brought forth—are all within the “divine eternal now”.

Things seldom seem as they are!

 

The Cookie Thief

A woman was waiting at an airport one night,
With several long hours before her flight.
She hunted for a book in the airport shop,
Bought a bag of cookies and found a place to drop.
She was engrossed in her book but happened to see,
That the man beside her, as bold as could be,
Grabbed a cookie or two from the bag between,
Which she tried to ignore to avoid a scene.

She munched cookies and watched the clock,
As this gutsy cookie thief diminished her stock.
She was getting more irritated as the minutes ticked by,
Thinking “If I wasn’t so nice I’d blacken his eye”.
With each cookie she took, he took one too.
And when only one was left she wondered what he’d do.
With a smile on his face and a nervous laugh,
He took the last cookie and broke it in half.

He offered her half as he ate the other.
She snatched it from him and thought “Oh brother!
This guy has some nerve and he’s also rude.
Why he didn’t even show any gratitude”.
She had never known when she had been so galled
And sighed with relief when her flight was called.
She gathered her belongings and headed for the gate,
Refusing to look back at the thieving ingrate.

She boarded the plane and sank in her seat.
Then sought her book which was almost complete.
As she reached in her baggage she gasped with surprise.
There was her bag of cookies in front of her eyes.
“If mine are here” she moaned with despair,
“Then the others were his and he tried to share”.
“Too late to apologize” she realized with grief.

That she was the rude one, the ingrate, the thief.

~ Valerie Cox

Why?/Because.

Why?

Always there comes a time to say goodbye—so that we do not destroy what we have, especially when one feels that one is a bit on rocky ground—we have been for a good while now.  It makes me a bit sad, but we choose our choices. Thus before we kill it, it is time to leave. Do I love you? Absolutely more so than ever, always will—that is why I have decided to leave, to let go and allow space between us. I am sure you feel the same way as you have demonstrated the past few months. They were wonderful, beautiful, incredible times—the feelings, the passion and the emotions I am sure are beyond measure and I doubt either of us shall ever experience again or forget—I know you agree with this. But—as the “Ancient Mariner” said; “the Bible says all good things must come to an end”—so, I want a good end , not a bad end. This route is for an eternal romantic; which I surely am.

At last I have finally had the courage to bury the past, I have removed my ring; this time it is not resting in Lake Ontario though.—It always is painful to face death, in any way or form. But as John C says —“offer it up, offer it up, offer it up”—I am. It simply had to be—this had to happen; I have done nothing, thus I feel no guilt, remorse or blame. Were the past years good? Tremendously —I have learnt to love in a deep, emotional, spiritual way an other soul, and was deeply loved—and through the experience I have come closer in understanding God. Not that God can be understood, but through this experience to feel His unfathomable love in a small way.

I have to admit—loving the way we did with such fire, such passion, such depth I always had a deep fear that it cannot be sustained; I dreaded this moment, which I knew would come one day—as they all say it will, those who have loved. It can only be sustained in death—when the other leaves.  That is the only way. Thus—I have decided to let our love die—in this way we shall always remember it with love, with passion and reverence –. I know that even on our genuine death bed we shall recall our loving moments, our words that we have said to each other so many times. I am sure that will be the case, for memories never fade when we truly love and they are the only things we take with us to the next life—this makes me feel so much at peace.

This at this point maybe a one sided sentiment, in fact I am sure you are angry—but I assure you, you will remember my words many times—even before our mortal end. When one is being loved is real hard to let go—especially when the other already has left in a way. We cling on for dear life, pray and plead with God, yet all is always our own doing, our own decision, our own hard headedness, our own indomitable ego. We always want, always yearn what we don`t have or what we have lost all through our own actions—we take the present , the “now” always for granted.—but the “eternal now” is our real life, which is a constant whatever we file into it.

Life is far too short—not all of us get to be loved, and yet we treat love often so lightly when it stares us in the face. We cry, howl and beg for its return only when we have lost it—then we realize its value and that how very blessed we were to have been given such a gift. Yes—it is through loving an other soul, as they mirror back to us the actual physical manifestation, characteristics of God; the experience of the divine –the more we love the deeper the experience agape. God truly is love.  Through this realization that we grow, blossom and unfurl our wings—that is the gift of love.  How very lucky we are—you and I—how blessed, how filled with grace; God loves us so very much to have give us this gift to experience.

Carpe Diem

As I was contemplating the article below  once more and the term; ” Carpe Diem” came to mind. For me this term strongly anchors the fact that , perhaps my interpretation is what Horace actually  meant—that is to engage  each moment, do the best we can, for that what God wanted us to do—so as to ensure the best possible outcome of the future—whatever that may be .Though best outcome isn`t always recognizable at the moment, only once view it from ”self or oversoul`s “perspective, as to the perception of the immediate present time of “I” maybe hidden. 

The first thing I ever learnt in Catechism  from Sr. Paschal was the question and answer : Why did God create me? And the answer according to the Catholic Church is—“God created me to  know Him, serve Him and love Him so I maybe happy with Him forever in heaven”. Simple, perhaps but has deep connotations and still true as it was  since Our Lord and even before. We maybe more sophisticated, explain it  a more complex way or try and put some sort of modern theological spin on it—but “Universal Truth”, in any which way we interpreted is “Universal Truth”. This maybe strictly my faith, but as humans we all have it within ourselves in some form, even atheists. 

Maybe it is a need, a longing a hidden code in our DNA  that is imprinted in different ways, but cosmic meaning is just as valid.  I don`t think it is grasping at straws or fear that our life is useless, that we lack some energy source, like “soul” or whatever you may call it and that we physically as well as spiritually simple come to a finite end. Hard for this for the human psyche to register this as sentient beings—infact rather impossible even for Dawkins and most of the “New Atheists” if you really listen to what they try to impart in their atheistic views. 

There is a form of solace at coming to accept this idea of “ I and myself”—it gives a deep sense of  peace, hope and trust in the eternal. I maybe entirely wrong, but its energy of peace is worth  the solace that it radiates. For me it becomes very depressing if I were to  be entwined in a belief that everything passes –which all does, but that it was all in vain and we are merely simply an empty vessel that really contained nothing but emptiness in the end. But that for me is impossible to accept all I need to look at is nature, creation and the unimaginable mystery of the universe and something deep in me innately knows—there is so much more—this is but still nothing, the moment of beginning.