I was reading...about prayer

Even on the most beautiful of days death surrounds us. Sitting with my laptop I was reading facebook and checking out one of the blogs I follow 'enhabiten'. Enhabiten is one of the gentlest, lovliest blogs there is. The writer has a shop on etsy with the same name. It features housewares that are vintage, handmade, faded, soft edged. The author and owner mentioned that a friend Molly had recently died and she requested prayer. And then offered her dilemma-she wasn't sure if she believed in prayer. Prayer is just a word. Prayer is just a word, a collection of letters that forms a sign, that gives an impression, a concept in our mind. Personally-I think that prayer is communication to a higher source. An universal-no, beyond universal, outside of time and space and matter Divine. That sees me, creates me, loves me. Prayer is a vehicle that carries our thoughts, our emotions-fear, love, desire...and relieves our burdens of them. I believe prayer is powerful. I believe we are all connected. I believe in the spirit. Mine, yours, ours, divine. She asked for prayer for Molly and those who knew her. I will pray.

Seasons and Cycles

Imbolc. Brigid. Candlemas. St. Patrick's Day. Spring. Vernal Equinox. Ostara. Passover. Easter. May Day. Beltane. Summer. Litha. At least for the Northern half of the globe. And that always makes me feel topsy-turvey. If I flew to Rio or Sydney, not only would I have jet lag because of the time differences, I would have season lag. It is just so weird. Opposites. Matter. Is there a place in me, in my soul, where the observer is that none of this matters? (weird here too-the word matters-matters in the world, time, material world). Yin Yang-until there is a whole. North goes this way, south goes that a way. Two opposite vortexes to keep us balanced. Here it is day-there it is night, here it is spring, there it is fall. Does it take away from my springishness if half the world's is feeling fallishness? And then there is the equater. Sheesh. The cycles are pulled tight, small and fast. Or cooler still-eternal summer that last for thousands of years until major long shifts create a winter there beyond our time and knowledge. The Divine, my Beloved. If the world is creation-does matter matter? Is the Earth important-or is it merely a stage as Shakesphere said. To play out our lives on, a chalkboard for our lessons. Are cycles a contrivance-or are they vitally important? Goes to the body-our nature, the physical-the web of physical, mental, emotional, spiritual. If I am cut-do I not bleed? Of course. Do I bleed emotionally? Yes. Do I bleed spiritually via physical wounds? Yes. Am I smart enough to figure this all out? Laughing. In my soul is eternity, before, after, now. Beyond cycles, seasons, duality. Whole.

Connections

We are all connected. So deeply. The older I get-the more I notice it. When I was nursing on a hospital floor we would get the 'special' of the week. We would see a higher percentage of urinary tract infections or increased pain or wounds. We would see trends and cycles. Recently someone remarked how there was a big increase in sales on Etsy last week 'across the board'. Why is that? It affected my sales too. I had 8 days without selling anything then sold 7 things in 5 days. It isn't local, it isn't seasonal. People buy from around the world-I sent things to people in US, Canada, Germany and Australia last week. I haven't looked to see what cycle of the moon we were in last week. Medical people are highly superstitious of full moons. I do know that through the bad weather and the season still being winter-I felt a change in the air...spring breathed on me from far away. As people will say 'I saw a light at the end of the tunnel.'Hmmm. I said it wasn't seasonal. I think of Christ saying whatsoever you do for your sister-you do for me. Spiritual in the best sense. Our Spirits-or should I say our SPIRIT. Love us.