It is when one looks into places like the Death Valley that we learn about life. About meaning. About truth. About reality. And yes, a bit about eternity.
How can such a thing be? How can we love another so deeply and then find that love and connection to be gone, nowhere to be found? I believe it's because the connection wasn't at the level of the soul.
I exit the supermarket at dusk and there it is, beckoning me. Long have I wanted to give you a special gift, but haven't found it, until now, this jewel sliver of divine light, perfectly suspended in the deep blue early night sky.
The story of endurance and eternity is heartbreaking in the wake of the Boston Marathon. There are no satisfiable answers to why these things happen. Just a raging desire to find comfort, any kind of comfort, in the face of a ghastly tragedy.
Have you ever stopped to ask yourself, "what is time?" We all understand its passage intuitively, experientially. But does time actually exist? Is it ...
We have two dogs in our heart. One is our actual ego, our reality as spirit soul, and one is the false ego, or our false identification with our temporary material body. Whichever we one we feed the most becomes dominant in our consciousness.
Depending on where identity lies, there are many ways we can experience or speak about "step by step" or gradual and sudden awakenings.
The footprints we leave, danced in that awareness, change the face of the earth, as all footprints do. Yet these create a path toward the freedom that is our birthright and the freedom from which they come.
I wonder: Do I really want to relive my past life? Or would I rather live my life now more meaningfully, and create new memories for the future and for eternity?
Which weighs more on the What Really Matters scale, a life of selfless, loving service to loved ones, or a couple of published books? How do we measure the value of our time?
