Ordinariness Can Be Very Beautiful
I move my hand through the air and I feel it.
Here are my bones and here is the breeze.
The same cannot be said for Spirit. My senses are blind to it.
Can we say then that Spirit is lighter than the air that we breathe? I think we have to say it.
The easier step is to deny it exists at all.
The noisiest amongst us (politicians and powerbrokers of all persuasions) cajole us down the logical path each day. It’s the land that they own, and they need us to pay the rent.
Spirit calls us to live a life on our own terms.
It’s not easy to set out for yourself and by yourself, but leave you must.
Only you will know what lies beyond sight and sound.
Beyond everyone's sense of the world is a field.
Who knows who we’ll meet there?
‘The logical path’ hit home