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Finding ourselves by ourselves

I think most of us have had a desire to be part of a group—a bunch of people who make us feel accepted and loved. Maybe we’ve looked for it in our family, or a social club or religious organization. And maybe these groups really did fulfill our need, at least for awhile.

If you’re anything like me, though, sooner or later you discover that you have to leave the group, or that it leaves you—sometimes abruptly, even cruelly. It took me years to realize that this was not a bad thing. If you’ve got the spark inside you nudging you on to your true, spiritual life and self, there’s one thing for sure: the group won’t get you there. You have to go it alone, like it or not.

But this seemingly lonely trek has a happy conclusion that actually ends up including not only your groups, but everyone on the planet. Why is this? Because the truth about our spiritual life and self is divine Love, and this Love is infinitely bigger than any human emotion. It includes everyone and everything, despite often deceiving appearances.

Before you can see the universality of it, though, you have to approach it on your own, through contemplation, meditation, prayer—whatever you like to call it. It’s strictly between you—your individual consciousness—and the universal consciousness called divine Love or infinite Mind.

During this process, groups can’t really help you. In fact, they can actually hold you back, especially if you’re looking to them for validation, support and comfort. That’s not where those things come from. They come from the one Light, and that’s where you need to spend your time—living in that Light, or Love.

But, someone might say, the spiritual-minded help their brother man—they aren’t selfish. Certainly it’s true that there are countless people doing their best to help their fellows, and of course this is a good thing. But seeking the Light is not a selfish pursuit. Once you become aware of its embrace, love naturally pours out of you to others—nothing can stop it. It becomes an expression of grace, and not an exhausting human effort. Then groups, organizations, tribes, collectives, families, and so on, all naturally fall into their proper places.

Let’s not put the cart before the horse. Our oneness with Love comes first.



Filed under individuality, spiritual

Peace and Quiet

Total silence in my room.

Well, if you overlook the

Occasional siren or the

Constant hum of traffic

Passing by.


But there are no voices,

No loud music playing,

No hammers banging,

Knocking the next door

Walls down.


So very peaceful.

I have no desire to move.

I sit here on the sofa

And content myself

With the stillness.


It’s enough for me today

To know that the ocean

Is just a block away.

I don’t need to go there

And dip my toes in it.


It’s enough to know that

There are people shopping,

Eating in restaurants,

Going to the bank,

Doing what they do.


This is what I do today:

I sit here on the sofa,

Glad for the semi-silence

Glad for time alone

Just to sit here.

Meditation, Madame Monet Sitting on a Sofa – Claude Monet


Filed under poetry

The light of Christmas…all year long

OK, peeps, my Christmas lights are still up. I know, I know, I should take them down. But I don’t think I will. I think I’ll leave them up all year round. Why not? Who says Christmas lights are just for Christmas anyway?

For the past ten years or so I have been alone, or pretty much alone at Christmas. No, please put your Kleenex away, it hasn’t been like that at all. I really like the quiet of the Christmas holidays, and it’s a good time for me to contemplate what Christmas really means to me spiritually.

I have great memories of Christmases when I was a kid growing up in Connecticut. I get into it in my book a little…my mother loved to buy gifts and wrap them and make a big mystery out of everything. It was really cute. And then of course there’s the anticipation when you’re a kid, not being able to sleep and then you finally drop off from sheer exhaustion, and then you get up ridiculously early to see if Santa really did eat the cookies you left. You can’t open your presents until everyone is up, of course, so you make lots of noise to make sure they get up NOW.

Then there were the smells…the pine needles (actually cedar in our case), and the turkey dinner cooking in the kitchen. And sometimes it snowed on Christmas, and that was best of all.

Now even when I spend Christmas by myself, I still have that warm, cozy feeling of being all wrapped up in love, just as I did when I was a kid, without the trappings, wonderful as they were…except for my string of lights, of course.


Filed under special days