This week I want to talk about that reawakening of self. Well to be specific, spiritual self. You see my dad’s mother was a southern Baptist Christian. By the age of five, I could recite the Lord’s Prayer. She had a little fold up book and we would read it every night. Even though I couldn’t read, the pictures were fascinating to my little mind. I was raised in church, attended Vacation Bible School every summer, and I went to church camp for three years. Suffice it to say, those roots really bloomed. I have a good relationship with my lord and savior. Although in the last few years this had taken a back burner to life.
But that is not this post. In this post, I would like to explore the other part of my spirituality, the pagan side. My mom was born in Germany on a United States military base. Her mother was a French war bride. Grandmere met my grandfather when he patrolled the streets of Paris during the war. As far as we can tell her family traces back to the Celts. My mother has the honor of being named after a Gaelic saint.
I am now in touch with this part of my spirituality which is not at cross purposes with the other. This love of mother earth is profound in ways I can’t even explain. Recently while I was at the beach, I found a Celtic Dragonfly Pendant. I knew in that moment that our destinies were intertwined. I of course bought it, a present for myself, if you will. My old pendant went into the hands of the shop proprietor, because she was capable of sending it on to the next part of its voyage.
I know this sounds a little strange, but it was like a trade, not just a purchase. Here’s the interesting part. The woman was a Scot and seemed to understand what needed to happen without me explaining overmuch. She took it willingly, and promised to find it a new home.
Here is what I want to focus on in this post. Intuitively I just knew all this. I am learning to trust in this intuitive voice from within. It has ways of knowing things that I am not always aware of consciously. Here is another little example that will surprise you. I will not go into full detail of every moment, but M__ and I stopped in Astoria, and wandered into a little shop.
The woman started talking to us and would you believe she nailed some things down, that she had no way of knowing. While I was in creative writing, I unconsciously shared some of my innermost workings through poetry, without realizing it. When I left the shop I was in tears, because this woman had revealed things that hadn’t even occurred to me. How did she do this? I cannot say at all, but I will tell you this, she just knew things.
M__ was as blown away as I was. We left the shop, our eyes wide with wonder. Here, yet is the strangest thing of all. When we came back through Astoria on our way home, we could not find the shop. Yes, I know how odd this sounds, like an overdone story plot, but it is true nonetheless. I know the store exists because we bought things there. I cannot wait to return to Astoria to look for the place.
So I am curious – Are you in touch with your spiritual self? What beliefs do you hold? Feel free to share whatever you feel comfortable with sharing. I look forward to learning about others.
Saturday, May 8, 2010
The Starting-over Years - Finding My Spiritual Self
This week I want to talk about that reawakening of self. Well to be specific, spiritual self. You see my dad’s mother was a southern Baptist Christian. By the age of five, I could recite the Lord’s Prayer. She had a little fold up book and we would read it every night. Even though I couldn’t read, the pictures were fascinating to my little mind. I was raised in church, attended Vacation Bible School every summer, and I went to church camp for three years. Suffice it to say, those roots really bloomed. I have a good relationship with my lord and savior. Although in the last few years this had taken a back burner to life.
But that is not this post. In this post, I would like to explore the other part of my spirituality, the pagan side. My mom was born in Germany on a United States military base. Her mother was a French war bride. Grandmere met my grandfather when he patrolled the streets of Paris during the war. As far as we can tell her family traces back to the Celts. My mother has the honor of being named after a Gaelic saint.
I am now in touch with this part of my spirituality which is not at cross purposes with the other. This love of mother earth is profound in ways I can’t even explain. Recently while I was at the beach, I found a Celtic Dragonfly Pendant. I knew in that moment that our destinies were intertwined. I of course bought it, a present for myself, if you will. My old pendant went into the hands of the shop proprietor, because she was capable of sending it on to the next part of its voyage.
I know this sounds a little strange, but it was like a trade, not just a purchase. Here’s the interesting part. The woman was a Scot and seemed to understand what needed to happen without me explaining overmuch. She took it willingly, and promised to find it a new home.
Here is what I want to focus on in this post. Intuitively I just knew all this. I am learning to trust in this intuitive voice from within. It has ways of knowing things that I am not always aware of consciously. Here is another little example that will surprise you. I will not go into full detail of every moment, but M__ and I stopped in Astoria, and wandered into a little shop.
The woman started talking to us and would you believe she nailed some things down, that she had no way of knowing. While I was in creative writing, I unconsciously shared some of my innermost workings through poetry, without realizing it. When I left the shop I was in tears, because this woman had revealed things that hadn’t even occurred to me. How did she do this? I cannot say at all, but I will tell you this, she just knew things.
M__ was as blown away as I was. We left the shop, our eyes wide with wonder. Here, yet is the strangest thing of all. When we came back through Astoria on our way home, we could not find the shop. Yes, I know how odd this sounds, like an overdone story plot, but it is true nonetheless. I know the store exists because we bought things there. I cannot wait to return to Astoria to look for the place.
So I am curious – Are you in touch with your spiritual self? What beliefs do you hold? Feel free to share whatever you feel comfortable with sharing. I look forward to learning about others.
But that is not this post. In this post, I would like to explore the other part of my spirituality, the pagan side. My mom was born in Germany on a United States military base. Her mother was a French war bride. Grandmere met my grandfather when he patrolled the streets of Paris during the war. As far as we can tell her family traces back to the Celts. My mother has the honor of being named after a Gaelic saint.
I am now in touch with this part of my spirituality which is not at cross purposes with the other. This love of mother earth is profound in ways I can’t even explain. Recently while I was at the beach, I found a Celtic Dragonfly Pendant. I knew in that moment that our destinies were intertwined. I of course bought it, a present for myself, if you will. My old pendant went into the hands of the shop proprietor, because she was capable of sending it on to the next part of its voyage.
I know this sounds a little strange, but it was like a trade, not just a purchase. Here’s the interesting part. The woman was a Scot and seemed to understand what needed to happen without me explaining overmuch. She took it willingly, and promised to find it a new home.
Here is what I want to focus on in this post. Intuitively I just knew all this. I am learning to trust in this intuitive voice from within. It has ways of knowing things that I am not always aware of consciously. Here is another little example that will surprise you. I will not go into full detail of every moment, but M__ and I stopped in Astoria, and wandered into a little shop.
The woman started talking to us and would you believe she nailed some things down, that she had no way of knowing. While I was in creative writing, I unconsciously shared some of my innermost workings through poetry, without realizing it. When I left the shop I was in tears, because this woman had revealed things that hadn’t even occurred to me. How did she do this? I cannot say at all, but I will tell you this, she just knew things.
M__ was as blown away as I was. We left the shop, our eyes wide with wonder. Here, yet is the strangest thing of all. When we came back through Astoria on our way home, we could not find the shop. Yes, I know how odd this sounds, like an overdone story plot, but it is true nonetheless. I know the store exists because we bought things there. I cannot wait to return to Astoria to look for the place.
So I am curious – Are you in touch with your spiritual self? What beliefs do you hold? Feel free to share whatever you feel comfortable with sharing. I look forward to learning about others.
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