This blog invites readers to ponder being spiritual beings. What does the Divine want from us? How do we pray? What are we supposed to do?
Where are we going? How are we supposed to get there? What is our purpose in Life? Infinite questions...some thoughts to guide the way to answers...
“In order to experience everyday spirituality, we need to remember that we are spiritual beings spending some time in a human body.” Barbara De Angelis
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people come into your life and you know right away that they were meant to be
there, to serve some sort of purpose, teach you a lesson, or to help you figure
out who you are or who you want to become.
never know who these people may be (possibly your roommate, neighbor,
professor, long lost friend, lover, or even a complete stranger), but when you
lock eyes with them, you know at that very moment they will affect your life in
some profound way. And sometimes things happen to you that may seem horrible,
painful, and unfair at first, but in reflection you find that without
overcoming those obstacles you would have never realized your potential,
strength, willpower, or heart." (From Story of Life - Author Unknown)
As we move through life, we are given choices. These choices create who and what we are. Sometimes, we make choices that send us in a direction that isn't healthy for mind, body and/or spirit. That is when people come into our lives to guide and inspire us...if we choose to be open and listen.
Each of us is both the person who inspires as well as the person for whom inspiration is needed. We, once again, are given a choice of accepting these roles.
When disaster strikes, we can blame the world; close the doors and windows; cry until our tears run dry or curl up into a ball waiting for death to take us. OR, we can throw open the windows; let the light in and rise above the pain into life, helped by those who surround us and through whom we can gain strength. We can accept the lifelines thrown our way, allowing ourselves to be pulled to shore.
John Prine put it in other words, "You can gaze out the window get mad and get madder,
Throw your hands in the air, say "What does it matter?"
But it don't do no good to get angry,
So help me I know
For a heart stained in anger grows weak and grows bitter.
You become your own prisoner as you watch yourself sit there
Wrapped up in a trap of your very own
Chain of sorrow."
Bad things happen...everyday. How we face them is our choice. If you are in pain or suffering, reach out...take a hand. Once you find equilibrium, don't just go forward...look around. Help someone else out of the muck and mire of pain and suffering.
May we all be open to the wisdom of those around us and may we, then, share that wisdom with others.
Ancestor veneration is practiced around the world in many countries. The rites and rituals are based on the belief that our ancestors, as well as the souls of those who have gone on before us, still play a role in our daily lives. Thousands of years ago, my Celtic ancestors honored the dead during the observance of Samhain (pronounced SOW-in in Ireland). They welcomed their dead home, asked that the harvested fields become fertile once more, and warned off restless spirits with grotesquely carved turnips. A sacred fire was lit atop Tlachtga, while on Tara members of the Irish tribes gathered. All the fires in Ireland would be extinguished at this time. Families would light a torch from the great fire on Tlachtga, bring it home and relighting their home fires, which were kept burning year round. This was a time of endings and beginnings. A time to gather in and cast off. A time to remember and a time to forget. Summer and all its glories were past; winter was at the door with its long, …
Yesterday was my mother's birthday. Momma would have been 89 years old yesterday. I had been thinking about her all day, and at one point was feeling very melancholy that I couldn't share something with her that I had found. How I wished she could be just around a corner waiting for me, or simply at the end of the phone ready to chat.
As I thought this, I unconsciously picked up my phone to check my Facebook page. This isn't something I do regularly, because I try not to be a slave to social media, so the serendipity of what happened next was not wasted on me.
The post at the top of my page was from the mother of a close childhood friend. She had posted the essay below, written by Rev. Henry Scott-Holland as part of a sermon he gave in 1910 after the death of King Edward VII.
Death Is Nothing at All
by Henry Scott-Holland Death is nothing at all.
It does not count. I have only slipped away into the next room.
Nothing has happened.
Everything remains exactly as it was.
There is a crack in everything, that's how the light gets in.Leonard CohenIn September, the season of Light, Love and Gratitude began. This month, people around the world celebrate - the harvest (Sukkot), grateful for the bounty they have been given; the Light (Diwali), observing Light and darkness; and the love of ancestors (All Soul's Day/All Hallows' Eve), remembering our dead and giving thanks for their lives with us.As we move forward towards the end of the year, the feasts and festivals of Light, Love and Gratitude continue. This year, there is a greater need to observe these days, together. The world is very "dark" in so many places due to natural disasters, hate, oppression, and greed. Observing these Holy days, reminds us that even in the darkest night the Light of millions of stars illuminates the sky. These times together remind us that Love is eternal; that those who shared our lives are always with us. These celebrations remind us to be Grateful for…