Listen—The Creator Speaks

God communicates with us in a smorgasbord of ways. Sometimes we hear an inner voice leading, guiding, and nudging us. Over time we learn to trust that voice as that of the Holy Spirit. It’s tone and tenor becomes familiar. We begin to recognize it when we hear it, like we do the voice of a loved one. Sometimes the Creator speaks to us through nature. Have you ever been awed by the beauty of a hawk circling overhead, noticing its strength and majesty? Has your dog or cat ever nuzzled up to you, plopped its warm coat of fur on your feet or lap, and you sensed their unconditional love? How about a chipmunk or squirrel scurrying across your porch inviting you to laugh at their playfulness? The Native Americans teach that every animal has a unique spirit woven into them by the Creator. God’s creatures are brought into our lives from time to time to affirm that animal’s spirit within us or to nudge us to strive to develop the animal’s virtue or charism. God also speaks to us through our dreams. When we’re sleeping our active mind is quiet freeing our subconscious mind to express itself. The images and experiences we encounter during our sleep often contain metaphors or hints of wisdom that God’s sharing with us. We can connect with the wisdom in our dreams by sitting in the Quiet upon waking and asking God, what he might be saying to you through the dream. What words or symbols is he using to invite you to grow, or lead and guide you on your journey?...

I Believe

I believe love is real. That God is love. And he formed you and me with the desire to create more love in the world. And when we do, we are happy.   I believe when I sit in the Quiet and listen, God connects with my soul even when I’m fidgety and distracted. And when I show up and let God love me something changes within and around me.   I believe the song of the first bird at daybreak is the Creator’s halleluiah chorus welcoming us with the gift of another day.   I believe when I’m pointing my finger at someone, it usually means I have more inner work to do.   I believe when two people fight they’re both being invited to grow, and when they forgive they’re stronger because of it.   I believe in innocence, That the awe and trust I possessed as a small child still lives and breathes within me, they just get buried beneath adult onionskins that wrap themselves around my soul. But, when I allow God to work with me to unwrap, unpeel, and Disentangle them, I return to the core of Me.   I believe the pale pink rays of the morning sunrise are God’s fingertips gentling holding my heart reminding me of life’s beauty and the need to be compassionate with myself and others.   I believe my imperfections are a pathway to growth, not something to be hidden. That God gives us a lifetime to evolve and come back to who we are.   I believe in hope. That the chaos of the daily news, the...

Real Love or Ego? Which is It?

Real Love or Ego—Which is It? —A paraphrase of 1 Corinthians 13 Real love is patient and kind. It is open to change and growth. It accepts others for who they are, where they are, Not who we want them to be. Ego requires an apology. It demands others be accountable to us. Ego holds on to past hurts, Believing it has to teach others how to treat us. Real love forgives, forgets, and moves on. It gives others the space to grow at their own pace. Real love frees us from our inner prison of judgment, fear, and anger. Ego stirs the pot. It fills our minds and relationships with resentments and bitterness. It shakes its fist and points its finger, Spewing seeds of discord and dysfunction. True love turns the other cheek. It accepts the imperfection of others and ourselves. It invites us to inner growth. It teaches us the depth and breadth, the strength of unconditional love. Ego twists the truth. It disguises itself as love. It is self-serving and self-centered. It sees the world with blinders on. Ego is filled with vanity and blame. True love, unconditional love, does not keep score. It doesn’t count how many times you’ve visited. It doesn’t trifle itself with whether you served our meal with good china or paper plates. It’s happy and content with the ways things are. It doesn’t push the river. It trusts that life and love unfolds. True loves takes its blinders off. It sees things from all perspectives. It puts childish ways aside, Seeking truth with the adult eyes of Wisdom. True love opens...

Trusting our Experiences of God

Our souls have been gifted with a three-centered knowing—intellectual center, emotional center, and movement center—all active, working, and cooperating together to connect us with God. —Cynthia Bourgeault, The Wisdom Way of Knowing Our intellect often struggles to wrap its mind around our experiences of God. Yet the daily occurrences of the Divine interacting with us are just as real as the air we breathe but cannot see, just as true as the pulse of our heart beating within our chest, but which often beats unnoticed. How can our intellect fully know how deeply our spouse or pet loves us? Can the mind alone see the power of true friendship or understand why a loved one stands vigil at their parent’s deathbed, holding their hand, reminding them it’s okay to go home while they stand on the shores of letting go? The mind seeks rational proof of love. It searches for cognitive evidence of God’s existence. It wants to hear and measure the audible voice of the Spirit before it will believe it’s real. When the mind is the only tool we use to experience the world, we dismiss, doubt, or all together miss the burning bushes through which God reveals himself to us. So, how do we trust our experiences of God if the mind cannot fully comprehend them? Perhaps the pathway is through our body and emotion—the other two legs of the three-legged stool with which the Creator has gifted us to be able to connect with him. To experience God we need to have an inner-body experience. We notice how a shooting star takes our breath away,...

Imperfect Me

It’s hard to go there. To that place inside of me that cringes every time I’m nudged to go deeper into who I am. It’s much easer to play the game, hold up the façade that everything’s perfect and so am I. But eventually the energy it takes to hold up my guard exhausts itself and I’m left facing me: imperfect me. The me that is both human and divine. The me that’s not yet complete, not finished. The me that’s being transformed, bit-by-bit, day-by-day; Searching. Yearning. Seeking and sometimes finding balance and peace. Oneness. Who are you? I want to shout down my throat hoping the hollow in my lungs will echo back an answer. But then I stop; rest for a moment; look around, and nature sings her answer back to me. You are like the dandelion, both wild and free; flower and weed gracing the grass with the yellow light of inner beauty. You are like the forest cluttered with fallen branches and twigs; scruffy like the moss carpet ground upon which you walk; yet filled with the strength of whispering pines flexing in the wind, stretching their arched backs toward the sky. Can you sing your life-song like the cardinal? Can you crawl like the caterpillar through the tall grass of your life as you evolve into a butterfly? Can you accept and understand as nature echoes back to you: your imperfections are a pathway to growth; a pathway to becoming your Authentic Self for whom you are created to be; whom you are becoming?   —brian plachta brianplachta.net  ...
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