Stepping stones across a stream

Spirituality came easy for me, being ‘normal’ was hard.  As a child I was allowed to wander alone in the woods, old farm buildings, pasture, and along the creek.  We lived in the small house on my grandparent’s farm, while my grandmother and uncle lived in the big house.  I would tell my mother that I was going over to Grandma’s house and then head off exploring.  Thinking back on it I realize how odd that a four year old would be left alone to her own devices, especially one that tended to be on the adventurous side.

I remember one beautiful sunny day sitting on the sand along the creek entranced by the sound of flowing water and bird song.  I remember being intrigued by the concept of God I’d heard about in church.  I was curious about what this God might be.  The sunlight was reflecting off the water and it seemed to dance as it sparkled.  The longer I watched it the more mesmerizing it was.   At some point I began to see the sunlight as simply energy, and then as I shifted my focus I could see that the water itself was the same energy.  As I continued to shift my focus closer and closer, I could see that everything I looked at was all made up of this same energy.  The sand on the beach, my foot, my leg, my body, everything around me, the entire world, was made up of this energy.  And I thought, “Oh, this is God”.

Right at that moment it was like my mind opened up and I could see what was really true.  Taylor’s phrase “seeing behind the curtain” is probably a good analogy.  With the realization that everything was energy and this energy was God, I felt/heard an answer… “Yes”, and at the same moment I was filled with a feeling I can only describe as God smiling upon me.  I felt truly and completely loved, “a child of God”.  That awareness has never left me.

Throughout my life I’ve had other ‘mystical’ experiences; things scientists would say are not reproducible.  I’ve spent years when I struggled to understand what my life was meant to be, what I should be doing with my life.  I’ve gone in many missed directions, and had to retrace my steps.  When I learned how to quiet my mind and strengthen my concentration through the practice of meditation it helped me to calm the storms whirling in my life.

Over time, my understanding of “God” has matured and changed.

Theism focuses on an entity labeled God/Allah/Brahma etc.  I think we go through a phase of human development, a time when we need a spiritual ‘parent’ to guide and protect us.  This was the time I prayed to my Heavenly Father/Divine Mother for guidance and support.  Non-theist religions look inward at personal development, letting go of ego identity.   This was the time when I worked to understand “who am I?”

I’ve come to see that at the heart of every religion we are taught to follow moral precepts, how to live a good life, treat others decently.   Unfortunately, there are many who misuse religious belief as an excuse for atrocities.  This is so sad to see!  I think of the world’s religions as paths like the spokes of a wheel, all leading to the center.  Life spins around and around at the periphery, where we are searching for meaning and answers.  Now and then we reach the center, the calm where the storm ends or rather a place from which we can view the storm as opposed to be caught up in it.

I think each of us is on a journey, finding our own personal authentic spiritual truth.  For me the path I followed explored many different religious teachings from Christianity, Hinduism, Jainism, Taoism, and Buddhism.  For others, one path is sufficient.  Every path taught me in some form to have “Reverence for all life”, to respect life, to love others as well as my self.  For me the truth is  that life is sacred, every person every creature is sacred and spiritual.  I think for some of us it is easier to see the sacred or spiritual in the beauty of the natural world.  It is harder to see the sacred in the messy and sometimes painful human world too often filled with greed, anger, hatred, or violence.  Seeing the sacred requires that our “eyes and heart” are open.

There is that Zen saying “Before enlightenment, we chop wood and carry water.  After enlightenment, we chop wood and carry water”.   When we are fortunate enough to see behind the curtain, we come back and the mundane world looks the same, but now we know there is a curtain.  Look long enough and the curtain itself is revealed as ephemeral, there is no true separation.  It’s all energy, it’s all sacred, it’s all mundane, and it’s all here for us to experience in a myriad of ways, every moment of every day, as ‘children of God’.   Life is a mystery we accept, not explain.  Words like spiritual or God are not the whole truth, for “the Tao that can be told is not the eternal Tao”…  Words and ideas, secular or sacred, will never capture the entire truth, no matter how reproducible or how much we believe them to be true.  They can only ever be stepping stones across a stream.

2 Replies to “Stepping stones across a stream”

  1. Hi Jody,
    I’ve always had a lot of trouble being normal. It’s made my life a joy and an embarrassment 🙂
    I have been turning your post over in my mind all day, there’s so much in it. But the part that sticks with me is the quietly moving description of that moment of seeing the water and light as interacting energy. I can identify with such a moment. What I have never really experienced is the second part, the experience of God smiling, of, I imagine, being specifically blessed. Interesting, isn’t it? In every commonality there is a difference and every difference a commonality?
    Oh, childhood, when you could dream with your eyes wide-open! It was delicious thing to be able to do and I don’t quite know when the moment was that I lost that ability. Maybe in other cultures they never lose that ability.
    I was at a land preservation commission meeting yesterday and someone read a quote about the difference between a native Hawaiian person and a Westerner. A native Hawaiian can sit on a spot at the beach and feel the ocean and the wind and sky and sense their ancestors there in that place with them, and know that they must care for the place so that their descendants can also experience these things. A Westerner can sit in the exact same place and say: “How can I make this work for me?” Everyone laughed because it is so true, and we all are more or less Westerners. Maybe we are trying to figure out another way but still prone to thinking in the typical Western way, because that’s how we were trained to think for years and years.

    BTW Taylor says he will be off-line for a few days. Also you might enjoy this interview with the Franciscan Fr. Richard Rohr that dropped into my email today: http://www.dailygood.org/story/1707/living-in-deep-time-krista-tippet/

    1. Michelle,
      I used to wonder why I was blessed while others have not been. Sometimes I thought it was a matter of faith. But why does a placebo work for some, but not others? Believing in the truth of something unseen, is faith. But it goes deeper than that. It’s more complicated than that. Just because we want to believe in something doesn’t mean it will be true.
      Perhaps it was karma, a previous life spent in contemplation. But I have no memory of a previous life. Perhaps it is simply God’s grace, something one receives and can only accept never deserve. But then why not every person?
      You can probably guess that such questions continue to follow me through life. I have no answer for them, and maybe never I will find such.
      Thank you for the link to the interview with Fr. Richard Rohr. I’ve spent the day listening to several of his videos. I ordered several of his books. What a joy to listen to him preach about his beliefs, his understanding! I found so many commonalities in his ideas. I, too, have found inspiration in the writings of Thomas Merton. So much passion and wisdom in a humble and truly loving generous soul.
      It’s been a good day!

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