At a time when everything in our lives seems, at times, without purpose
as we move along the path quickly as church mice (do mice, I wonder, really go to church?), texting, blogging, checking Facebook, it would almost seem as though we don’t even have time to know Spirit. Who is Spirit and what does she mean in our lives? Is it an app we can download?
As a former member of the East Coast rat race, my husband likes to tell
people that we left the rat race to join the human race. We still use the Internet and our cell phones but we move through life a bit more easily, our footprints moving lightly and easily on the earth these days instead of pounding pavement as we used to do.
14,000 ft. peaks ring our neighborhood now, instead of tall buildings,
and sunsets come with a 360 degree view. People stop and talk to us on the
street and we don’t tap our feet or think of the next place we have to be. We don’t talk on our phone while driving and we have actual conversations, face to face. Most every day there is time to walk in nature and appreciate the goodness of being.
So who is Spirit and where does she live? Spirit lives everywhere, her
address is the World, and that which lies within us.
Ham-sa. I am That. That which breathes and feels entirely through my heart, not through fear. Fear exists only in the mind, but love
can only live in the heart.
Connection between you and others that knows no judgment – just you and I, face to face, eye to eye, soul to soul, touching one another with our words, our compassion, our understanding, our sameness here on this Earth.
Not unlike the hummingbird who came right up to my face and looked me in the eye. I am no more or less than this tiny bird, wings beating furiously with life, as quickly as my thoughts some days.
And Ego, he goes wherever I go, testing me all the time, trying to put a
wedge between me and Spirit. Ego tries to make me worry or fear or feel as though somehow I am less than gold, less than pure Spirit. Ham-sa. I
am THAT. And ‘that’ is all I need to be. Some days Ego sleeps in and
Spirit gets to soar freely, building moments on top of moments until there seems enough light, enough energy to charge up the whole
On other days, Ego gets in my way, sticking out his foot to trip me up
when I least expect it. Ego’s needs are inexhaustible, never satisfied. Sometimes he speaks out, using my voice to say unkind or impatient words.
Ego is always fear driven. And I want to say to whomever I am with, “Pay no attention to the man behind the curtain; Spirit has just stepped out for a
But I can always raise Spirit when I choose. She lies sleeping inside me, always waiting to shine. Some days I turn her on with my breath, some days with the practice of Reiki, some days with meditation. Ham-sa. I am
That. Each time I choose her, instead of Ego, she flows through me, bringing more and more light and more and more goodness to life, that of mine and those who are around me. Why would I choose anything else?