Remembering Infinity

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Remembering Infinity: All Lives Matter

All are loved beyond measure--even the tiniest house finch.

All are loved beyond measure–even the tiniest house finch.

Several days ago, I had the privilege of rescuing a tiny young house finch whose feet and legs had become tightly bound together by several strands from her own nest. She had been flapping her wings in a desperate attempt to escape for quite some time and was hopelessly trapped, a dozen or so feet above the ground, under some solar panels where I work.

As soon as I heard about the bird’s predicament, I knew I had to help. I borrowed a tall ladder and soon found myself perched rather shakily at the top, sweating in near 100-degree heat. It was no easy task—trying to free her gently without causing her further injury.  Her little legs were crusted with dried blood and a part of one of her wings was rubbed raw by her struggles, but she fought bravely against her unforgiving bonds and me as well.

Working to free her, I was impressed by her incredible will to survive.  As I felt her frantic heart pounding wildly against my hand, I suddenly felt an intense Love and Compassion for this small, seemingly insignificant creature.  I was instantly and profoundly humbled, for she had reminded me that the gift of life should be cherished—in all its many forms.  It occurred to me that this is an important lesson many human beings must still not understand, for so many of us still continue to harm one another (and so many other of Nature’s creatures too).

While I carefully pulled the nest apart and gazed into this little bird’s frightened black eyes, I thought about the reasons so many humans seem to have such little respect for life. I came to realize that, in many ways, this callous disregard is just a dark shadow from some very old and clearly outdated ways of thinking and reacting. For thousands of years, mankind has somehow come to see itself as being completely separate from everything else. Like this little bird, from our earliest roots the drive to survive has taught us to be suspicious or even hostile to those who are not familiar to us.

In our troubled human history, it hasn’t been unusual at all to see new neighbors fear, compete with, and even kill one another—simply because they perceived themselves as being different from one another. Unfortunately, even those with close familial ties had (and still have) no guarantees. Those who’ve had disabilities, behaved differently, or somehow failed to meet “cultural standards” were often ridiculed, beaten, shunned from society, or even killed. In some situations, this habit of discrimination may have been seen as a way to limit the spread of illness or disease, but in far more cases these primitive fears and their resulting brutality were completely unnecessary and utterly baseless.

As shards of glass will scatter when a window pane is dropped upon a hard surface, humanity itself has become shattered. And, while the human population has grown, so it seems have our differences.  Tribes became clans, clans became villages, villages became cities, and cities became states and nations.  Instead of seeing our differences as beautiful and unique expressions of Creation and accepting them as such, we continued to cling to our old, familiar biases.  Today, people allow themselves to be eternally divided by their own beliefs and allegiances.  When we aren’t divided by national origin, language, or culture, then we’re divided by race, skin color, religious belief, or political philosophy. If these differences aren’t enough, we divide ourselves by age, physical appearance, sexual orientation, and gender.  We’re even judged and segregated by the kind of cars we drive, the brands of clothing we wear, the sports teams and celebrities we worship, and the type of “smart phones” or technology over which we obsess.  And the lists of things that separate us just goes on and on…

To make matters worse, recent tensions between some members of our community and the police have led to even greater divisiveness.  Resulting slogans of “Black Lives Matter” and “Blue Lives Matter” seem only to have fanned the flames of conflict, as do claims that the phrase, “All Lives Matter” somehow disrespects or minimizes the feelings of those who are suffering from the violence on both sides of the issue.

Seriously, has it come to that? Have things gotten so bad that even those with the utmost respect for life are now vilified and attacked for their Compassion?

I would suggest that if we are to evolve as a species, we must stop looking at one another through the myopic lenses of ignorance, prejudice, and fear.  At some point we must begin seeing each other as fellow travelers, all sharing a life together on this beautiful Earth home of ours.

It’s now well past time for us to wake up!  It’s time for us to end this insanity! It’s time for us to see that generations of insecurity, competition, and conflict have left us all struggling to find common ground and the understanding that, when it all comes down to it, we are all one race.  Differences are wonderful, of course, for they make us each stand out from one another–just as the individual grains of sand appear different upon a tropical beach. But in the end, we are One Tribe.  One world.   One people.  One Spirit.

It took a chance encounter with a small bird for me to fully understand that all are important.  All are equal.  And all are loved beyond measure—even the tiniest house finch.

So please…let’s learn something from the struggle of this little feathered creature.  Let us remember that all life is precious and irreplaceable, all life is sacred, and all lives truly matter.

With Love,


PS:  In the end, I was finally able to free this little bird and take her to a local wildlife facility for treatment.  Several days later, I was disappointed to learn that she didn’t survive her difficult ordeal. While I am saddened by her loss, I’m profoundly grateful to her for reminding me how wonderful, fleeting, and precious life is. And I’ll continue to honor her gift every each and every day by appreciating the Life Spirit in all things—no matter how great or small they may be.

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Remembering Infinity: The Fun House

Sometimes, life can make us feel as if we’re trapped inside a giant, ever-changing kaleidoscope.

Sometimes, life can make us feel as if we’re trapped inside a giant, ever-changing kaleidoscope.

When I was a kid, I loved going to “Playland”. Playland was the quintessential beachside amusement park, complete with all kinds of carnival-style rides, a thrilling, twisty roller coaster, head-snapping bumper cars, and all sorts of skill games and prizes. On some special occasions (such as a birthday) my family and I would spend the better part of a day there. Dazzled by the lights, screams, and laughter of fellow revelers, we’d stroll along the Midway, eating hot dogs, popcorn, and cotton candy as we went.

Of all the attractions, the Fun House was my favorite. Everything was padded, even the floor, and you had to take off your shoes before you could go in.  In addition to many other things, it housed a huge, polished wooden slide, a giant spinning “record player”, and a dark, tunnel-like rolling barrel. The slide was several stories high and, if you were brave enough to sit on a burlap sack and let go at the top, the slippery ride down—with its several air-catching humps, would make your stomach feel a bit queasy. The giant “record player” was a blast, for people would sit on its flat wooden surface and squeeze together in the hope of staying on as it spun. The circular platform turned slowly at first, then it gradually gained speed, spinning faster and faster. One by one, we’d all fly off and careen into the padded walls. Only those in the center of the “record” stood any chance of staying on for the full ride—and that was only if they could somehow manage to endure the disorienting spinning motion. Finally, everyone would try to walk through the rolling barrel without falling down in a helpless, laughing heap. The latter two challenges always left us dizzy, giggling, and barely able to walk—or even stand up straight.

Everything in the Fun House, it seems, was designed to confuse, distract, disorient, and entertain—and it all worked marvelously! Bold stripes, vibrant colors, and sudden, hissing puffs of air from hidden nozzles assailed us from all angles as we raced from one attraction to the next.

Inside the Fun House, the Hall of Mirrors was one of the most challenging obstacles of the entire park. With its floor-to-ceiling polished mirrors and unpredictable twists and turns, only the bravest of souls dared enter. In many ways I suppose, a trip through the Hall was like being trapped inside a giant, ever-changing kaleidoscope. Some of the mirrors were perfectly smooth and clear, while others presented us with distorted reflections of ourselves. In one mirror, for example, one might be tall and thin. In another, one might be short and fat. In yet another, one might be wavy or even top-heavy.

Once inside the Hall of Mirrors, it sometimes felt it as if I’d never find my way out. The brilliantly-designed, holographic labyrinth frustrated every attempt at escape. I’d walk forward, only to crash into a reflection of myself or someone else. I’d turn a corner, thinking it was the way out, only to find it was a dead end. In this distorted world of confusion and false images, I felt nearly overwhelmed by feelings of fear, anger, and frustration. Once my older cousins began to help me along however, I gradually learned to overcome my sense of panic. I gained the confidence that allowed me to more carefully and patiently find my way out. Once through, I was gratefully reunited with those of my family who had waited outside. It took several successful trips through the mirrored maze before I finally felt comfortable enough to even begin enjoying the challenge.

Many years later, it occurs to me that life in the “physical realm” is a lot like a journey through the Hall of Mirrors. Things are rarely what they seem, the Truth of our path is cleverly hidden, and it’s exceedingly difficult not to become immersed in and confused by all the panic and commotion that surrounds us. At those times when I feel most lost in the maze of Life’s mirrors, I’ve learned that it helps to just stop for a moment and seek my own inner calm. The quiet sense of peace and reassurance I find reminds me that this is all just a game—and that everything here is just an illusion. I even seem to recall that I chose to be here—just so I could have this very experience. This soon helps me realize that I needn’t be afraid and, once I re-discover this, my journey quickly becomes fun again! I’m then able to move forward in confidence, knowing that one day I’ll eventually find my way out—and back to the Home I’ve always known.

So if the illusion of Life ever overtakes you and you find yourself feeling even a little afraid, just remember that it’s perfectly OK. Everyone feels that way from time to time.  Just grab my hand or the hand of the person next to you. We can all make our way through this amazing and wonderful House of Mirrors…together.



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Remembering Infinity: I AM. Are you?

Everything—All That Is, is God!

Everything—All That Is, is God!

I AM. Are You?

Many of the esoteric New Thought teachings from over a century ago speak about the “I AM Presence” and its importance in our spiritual understanding. In their expansive works, pioneering but controversial figures such as Madame Blavatsky, Guy Ballard, and William Walker Atkinson speak of the “Mighty I AM Presence”—that is, the individualized Presence of God that has been physically manifest in the form of every human being.

I know. Huh?   It took awhile before I could wrap my head around and fully accept the idea, but it simply means that we, each and every one of us, are God. We are God in physical form. But so, as I believe, is every star, every tree, every plant, every animal, and every tiny drop of water. As I mentioned in a previous post, “One is an Infinite Number”, we are all equal, interconnected, and interdependent aspects of the same Universal Being.  Therefore, everything—All That Is, is God. I think it’s safe to say that we couldn’t be any closer to Our Creator, even if we tried.

So yes, I AM. And yes, You Are. We all are! God, that is.

And isn’t that just wonderful?



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Remembering Infinity: The “Cosmic Parfait”

Much as an ice cream parfait, Cosmic (or Universal) Consciousness is said to be separated into different layers.

Much as an ice cream parfait, Cosmic (or Universal) Consciousness is said to be separated into different layers.

Have you ever thought about the countless, amazing things that exist—just beyond the reach of our limited human senses? It’s proven fact that many such hidden worlds exist. X-ray, infrared, ultraviolet, and radio wave technology provide us with glimpses of some of them every day—but these are just the beginning. In the infinite field of all possibility parallel universes, alternate realities, and multiple dimensions are said to occupy much the same space we do. But how is this possible?

Many esoteric schools of thought consider the existence of multiple dimensions—that is, layers of existence in which the occupants of each layer remain largely unaware of the others. Spiritually speaking, many believe these layers also represent steps along our evolutionary path. Each dimensional step upward represents an expansion of our experience, knowledge, and maturity—as well as our ability to perceive and comprehend the nature of the universe around us.

The Rosicrucians, for example, believe that there are seven Planes of Consciousness. As each individually conscious soul fragment (part of what we may think of as an individual person) reincarnates through lifetime after lifetime in each of these dimensions, its consciousness expands and it progresses. The planes are described as:






Demigod (Spirit); and,

God (Pure Spirit).

Put quite simply, a soul may have its first physical life experience as a very fundamental being with very limited awareness—a sentient being with a gas, liquid, or other very basic elemental or material body. This soul then advances through many experiences on the mineral, plant, and animal planes before it may incarnate as a human being. Finally, upon mastering the many lessons of humankind, the individual will eventually progress through higher realms as a being which some might refer to as a “Spirit Guide” or an “Ascended Master” (one who has attained much higher levels of spiritual knowledge—Jesus the Christ or the Buddha, for example). Once a soul has experienced everything it wishes and attains enlightenment, it returns to Source (what many may refer to or understand as “God”). In her groundbreaking work with clients under deep states of hypnosis, the late Dolores Cannon documented many communications with a Universal Subconscious or Super Consciousness that describes this same evolutionary process.

The layers of consciousness are described as being quite dense, dark, and most limited at the levels that are perceived to be the farthest away from Source*. As the soul evolves, each successive layer of existence becomes lighter, less dense, and less limited. In fact, many theories suggest that we, as eternal souls, once began our journey at the highest level where we once recognized ourselves as being One with Source. Wishing to experience all there was to experience however, we “separated” ourselves and took on necessary limitations in order to exist in these lower realms. This conscious choice provided us with the opportunity to feel separation, to learn, and to grow. In some religions, this separation is sometimes referred to as the “Fall of Man”, the “Fall from Grace”, or the “Original Sin”. Many also believe that many (if not all) of the human beings alive today are “old souls”—spiritual wanderers who have been working their way through these dimensions and back to Source for, quite literally, thousands of years. How’s that for a mind-bending idea?

To help better understand the concept, I like to envision these Planes of Consciousness as a dessert parfait with many different layers—all topped with whipped cream, nuts, and a cherry. Like a parfait, I imagine that each dimension or plane has its own unique characteristics and “flavor”. Of course, I love chocolate, but I’ve become tired of these dense, heavy, lower layers. Marked by their feelings of separation, survival, fear, and suffering, I’m envisioning and intending the next layers I experience to be much higher—with an abundance of Peace, Unity, Harmony, and Love. After all, what could possibly be better than the ethereal sweetness of that whipped cream on top? Or that beautiful cherry? I realize I may still have to put up with a few nuts along the way, but I suppose they’ll just add a little “texture” to the experience!

Hmmmm. It just so happens that there’s an ice cream parlor down the street and I’m strangely and suddenly in the mood for a decadent, frozen dessert. Huh. Yeah, like that’s anything new. Now where’d I put those darned car keys?



* While we may perceive these “darker” or “lower” levels to be further away and more separate from Source, it’s important to remember that all is Sourceincluding these. The separation and distance we feel is merely an illusion (as I discussed in my prior post, “The Illusion”).

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Remembering Infinity: One is an Infinite Number

Are we just random individuals floating around the emptiness of space on a big, round, wet rock? Image Credit: NASA

Are we just random individuals floating around the emptiness of space on a big, round, wet rock?
Image Credit: NASA

So, we’ve probably all heard the phrase “We are One” bandied about quite often, particularly where so-called “New Age” thinking and concepts are concerned. But what does that really mean? And, honestly, how is that even possible? After all, I end where my skin ends and you end where your skin ends. If we really were “One”, as so many seem to believe, we’d all have to share the same skin—and wouldn’t that be a circus?

Hmmmmm. That could be viewed as wrong on so many levels—so maybe we’d better set circuses aside for a moment. Now I think most would agree that, with relatively few exceptions, each of us is one, singular being. It’s generally accepted that there’s only one person, one soul, or one personality assigned to each physical body. Most of us would also agree that our physical bodies are made up of a vast collection of cells—all kinds of cells. Blood cells, nerve cells, bone cells, and so many more. If we were to look at each cell as a tiny, individual organism or “being” within your being, then all of them, and you, together, form a single collective being. Right? Right. I guess you’re probably still with me so far, but this may be the point that I begin to lose some of you.

Be that as it may, what if we expand our thinking just a bit and consider our planet, Earth, and her entire ecosystem in much the same way? What if we were to see Earth as a single, collective being—just as we are? If all of us (human beings, that is) and all other living things—trees, plants, and other creatures, are the individual “cells” that make up her physical ecosystems, then our Earth may be easily perceived as a much larger collective being. In other words, Earth is her own living, conscious being—and we are simply a part of her.

Many ancient religions and esoteric beliefs teach the axiom, “As above, so below”. This simply means that the same principles apply as much on the grander scale as they do on the smaller. If we follow this template, we may expand our line of thinking to include planetary and solar systems, galaxies, universes, and beyond. And, since we’ve considered the macrocosm (all the beings larger than us) we must also consider the microcosm—that is, all beings that are much smaller than us. These would include cells, molecules, atoms, and the tiniest quantum particles of course—as well as unseen energetic forces.

Once we begin perceiving all things as being equal, interconnected, and interdependent aspects of the same Universal Being, the answer seems quite obvious to me. We aren’t just random individuals floating around the emptiness of space on a big, round, wet rock. We are all, big and small, a part of One Infinite Being.

I would even go so far as to suggest that, once we are all able to truly see one another as One, then maybe—just maybe, we may begin accepting and loving one another more. Perhaps this is the very idea we need to embrace in order to begin healing ourselves, our species, and our world. And isn’t that a wonderful vision for the future?



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Remembering Infinity: The Illusion

Each of us is a tiny, self-aware “spark” of the One Divine Consciousness and All That Is. (Original image credit:

Each of us is a tiny, self-aware “spark” of the One Divine Consciousness and All That Is.
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I‘ve been giving quite a bit of thought lately to the nature of our reality—and the multitude of possibilities is certainly mind-boggling.  There are countless theories about literally everything under the sun—and despite volumes of material on every last detail, there is very little in the way of proof to support a clear understanding of our true origins, nature, and existence.  The concepts of multiple universes, multiple dimensions, quantum mechanics, extra-terrestrial life, time travel, and the illusory/holographic structure of the universe were all once considered to be in the realm of pure science fiction.  Today however, even mainstream science is beginning to find evidence that these ideas—and many more like them, are not only possible, they may indeed be fact.  I imagine it could take the next ten lifetimes for even the most dedicated of scholars to work their way through all this information—and I wonder if, even then, they could formulate an accurate picture of our nature and existence.

My present understanding is that we are spiritual beings having a physical experience. That is, we are not just the “flesh and blood” physical body that many of us seem to think we are. Despite all the confusion, distractions, and “white noise” of life, something deep inside keeps telling me that this is the key to reaching a true understanding of ourselves.  Our true essence, or consciousness, transcends physicality.  It is infinite.  It is eternal.  The largest part of our consciousness, what many consider to be our soul or “Higher Self”, actually co-exists at a much higher level of awareness than we are capable of perceiving–at least at this stage of our spiritual evolution.  In order to experience life in the physical, learn, and grow, this “Higher Self” created a much smaller “spark” of awareness and allowed it to feel separate from the Whole.  Each of us is such a spark.  Once our sparks became ensconced in a physical body, we simply forgot who and what we truly are.

Many refer to the barrier that keeps us from the fullness of this memory as the “Veil of Forgetfulness”.  Although we may feel physically separate and self-contained in this physical body, we are not—we remain a part of the Whole.  The energetic bonds that connect us are subtle and often difficult for our gross human senses to detect, but they allow us to feel an expanded sense of consciousness during meditation or prayer.  They also allow us to receive guidance or reassurance through both our lower “gut” instincts and our higher, more developed “conscience”.  When our physical bodies die, the limited aspect of consciousness that we perceive as “us” travels back through this barrier and returns to the higher realms of existence.  It is then integrated back into its Higher Self.  Once our consciousness returns to its Source, it gradually regains full knowledge of its true origin, nature, purpose, and identity.  As a result of this journey as “us” in the physical, the Higher Self expands—becoming that much richer and wiser for the experience.  Many so-called Near-Death Experiences (or NDEs) and Quantum Healing Hypnosis Therapy (QHHT) accounts describe this process in great detail and, indeed, many ancient religions embrace this philosophy as well.

After considering these concepts in some depth, it seems clear to me that the reality we are each experiencing now is, as many believe, an illusion.  It’s an illusion because it allows us to feel separate—when we are not.  It’s an illusion that hides from us our true identity, the completeness of our nature, and the fullness of our own experience and knowledge.  It’s an illusion that keeps us from remembering that, at some very high level, far beyond our current ability to comprehend, we—and everything else, are God.  This is the knowledge that’s been hidden from us from the very first moment we experienced this illusion—and it must be this way for, were it not so, how could God possibly experience anything new?  In thinking about the separation process, I realized that we, each and every one of us, are equally responsible—both individually and collectively, for the creation, expansion, and evolution of the entire Universe.  Every experience we have, every possibility we create, and every lesson we learn just adds to the ever-increasing data-stream that creates us and, indeed, All That Is.

Now if that doesn’t blow all the cobwebs out of your thinking cap, I just don’t know what will!



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Remembering Infinity: The Approaching Storm

“Storm in the Mountains” by Albert Bierstadt (c. 1870). (Original image from

“Storm in the Mountains”
by Albert Bierstadt (c. 1870).
(Original image from

Yesterday morning, I was having difficulty deciding which of several drafts to post on my blog—so I decided to take a break and scroll through the latest blog entries on my reader instead.

When I came across a poem entitled, “It’s Coming”, on Pat Cegan’s blog, “Source of Inspiration”, I was immediately reminded of an experience I once had as a teenager, when I and several others watched a storm sweep toward us across a high mountain valley. Pat’s poem elicited similar emotions and I felt unusually compelled to share my thoughts here.

I must admit that I’ve always been a fan of weather—all kinds of weather actually, but especially storms. Some of my most intense, visceral memories—the kind I can only describe as being “High Definition”, are of the many majestic storms I’ve witnessed over the years. Whenever I replay these in my mind, it’s as if I’m there all over again—even though the original experience may have been decades ago. I can still close my eyes, picture the scene in vivid detail, and feel nearly all the excitement I felt at those exact moments.

I’ll never forget one particular storm I experienced at a scout camp, high in the Sierra Nevada Mountains near Lake Tahoe, California. It was early fall, the camp had already closed for the season, and several families, including my own, were there to help prepare the campground facilities for the coming winter. Late one afternoon, after finishing our work for the day, a few of us decided to take a hike and enjoy some of the scenery from the jagged ridgeline that snaked through the trees, high above camp.

We set out in single-file along the trail, a dusty, worn track that wound its way along gray and black-flecked granite slopes. At this high altitude, the dense pine forest quickly thinned out as we climbed—and before long, there were only small pockets of trees to be found among the vast, tumbled mass of boulders. As the sun slipped lower in the west and the shadows grew steadily longer, we made our way along the rocky edge of a small alpine lake—one whose pristine waters mirrored an impossibly deep, almost sapphire blue sky. The lake’s surface was perfectly glass-like and undisturbed, save for the occasional leap of a small trout—which, on breaking the surface, would quickly disappear in a silvery flash. Everything seemed strangely still—yet there was an almost magical state of expectation in which everything, even the air, seemed bright, clear, and vibrantly alive. Even today, I can only describe it as a feeling that was profoundly surreal.

With some effort, we soon found ourselves near an outcropping high above the lake. As I scrambled up to stand atop the massive granite slab, the splendor of the view quite literally took my breath away. From our lofty perch, it appeared as if the rest of the world had simply dropped away beneath our feet. The sun, now sliding slowly toward the horizon behind us, left the valley below in deep, dark shadow. In stark contrast, the ragged mountain peaks on the far side—and seemingly another world away, were bathed in a soft, golden light that gleamed more brightly with each passing minute.

What made the view truly astonishing however, were the massive, rose-pink thunderheads that billowed up high above them. Their white, anvil-topped crests spread out ominously, miles above the peaks. We could actually see the clouds building as we watched—they seemed to boil up from the narrow gap between the earth and the leaden base layer of clouds above it. The sight left us feeling, at once, awestruck and energized—even euphoric. Even today, I can almost feel the hair rising on my neck and the excitement forming goose bumps on my skin.

We were so taken by the view that we stretched out comfortably on the rocks and watched, entranced, for the better part of an hour. I remember gasping in awe as intense streaks of lightning suddenly struck the far-off peaks. Each strike would be followed, some moments later, by the low rumble of thunder. At times, it seemed as if its resounding claps had somehow managed to shatter the crystal dome of Heaven—allowing twisted shafts of Divine Light to pierce through in brief, blinding flashes. We watched in wonder as shimmering veils of rain fell in the distance and pale rainbows faded in and out—almost as if they were playing hide-and-seek among the clouds. Although the storm was still miles away, the acoustics of the valley were such that the rumbles of thunder seemed to roll on endlessly. In fact, I sometimes wondered if I was still hearing an actual sound—or merely its echo fading off in my mind.

We were so enchanted and exhilarated by the show that we remained oblivious to the danger—until a frigid wall of wind and a deafening crash of thunder roared by in tandem. Their sudden passage left us shaking, much more from fright than the cold. It was only then that we regained our senses and realized that the storm was already upon us. Wide-eyed, we glanced at each other, jumped to our feet, and raced back to camp as quickly as we could. Skirting the trail and taking precarious shortcuts over rugged terrain, we made it back, breathlessly, just as the first big raindrops began plopping onto the dusty stones around us.

We burst through the door of the main cabin and startled the others, who had been relaxing by the fire. Our red-faced grins and excited chatter soon told the story, and even those who hadn’t been there could easily grasp the intensity of the experience—for Mother Nature seemed to be providing them with her own account of it, from just outside the cabin walls. It wasn’t long before we were all settled comfortably by the fire and listening to the waves of rain and hail rattling against the roof. As the storm raged on outside and each of us was left to his or her own silent thoughts, I stared contentedly into the flames, quite happy to be warm and dry. It truly was a day to remember.

As I watch events unfolding in the world today and compare my feelings to those I experienced during the storm, I can clearly see they’re similar. They’re feelings not unlike those which Pat described in her poem—and I’ve no doubt that many others are feeling them too. But the storm that’s on our horizon now is a different kind of storm. It’s a storm of change. While it may seem ominous and foreboding to some, it also has the potential to be just as beautiful, just as energizing, and just as remarkable as the one I once witnessed from the windswept side of a mountain. Whatever the future may bring, I know I’m ready to face it—because I have a deep and abiding trust in the Divine Intelligence that’s eternally at work in our Universe—and I somehow just know that all will be well in the end.

So if there really is a storm of change ahead—and I’ve no doubt that there is, then I’m all for it. Come Hell or high water, I say bring it on…we’re much more than a match for it!



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