"I've never been in war," I once told a combat soldier. “I feel like there's a hole in my experience of life." The soldier turned to me and said, “war is itself, a hole in one’s experience of life.”
The beauty of imagination is that we may find ourselves in one place and dream of another. The curse of imagination is precisely the same.
Being held aloft is something most of us have not experienced since childhood. Stage diving is a socially acceptable way to recreate the feeling.
It is not morbid, or in any way depressing to detect the passing of time, and to feel acutely, the finiteness of one's life.
You are not your body or your mind. You are that which looks through your eyes, wills your body to move, and thinks your thoughts.
"Numinous" is among the most beautiful words in the English language. It implies a strongly felt presence of the Divine.
Everyday I offer up dozens of prayers. To be candid, I can't be sure they help. I also offer up dozens of complaints. The difference is I'm sure they do nothing.
I have an independent existence. I also experience life as part of a collective of loving individuals. I live inside them, and they in turn, live inside me. My identity is not singular, it encompasses the many —as does love itself
Peter, dear, you never cease to surprise me how effectively you marry deeply felt spirituality with authentic, visceral emotions!
Love your posts my multi- talented friend!
Yes…. the differences between prayer and complaint can be invisible…. However both are usually in want of something better… the way We think it ought to be….They do in fact get answered…. though not necessarily the way we expect…. Nor in the time we expect…. And sometimes, Father says “No”….