Seek the Goddess

Jun 11 2012

Heaven

I initially wrote this post a few months ago on an old blog, but it is something that really came from my heart, and I know it deserved to be here too.

This post is so difficult to write.

Today one of my friends was buried. He was stationed with the Air Force in Germany and last week he was in a motorcycle accident and suffered a severe brain trauma. He was in a coma for a few days but ultimately the doctors declared him brain dead.

He was only 21 years old.

His death has me really focused on Heaven, summerland, the afterlife. I’ve wrestled with so many different ideas of what happens after we die, but it really is a moot point, isn’t it? We can’t really know until we go there ourselves. However, I do believe that something exists even if I might not agree with one particular dogma.

Thomas Edison’s last words were ‘It’s very beautiful over there’. I don’t know where there is, but I believe it’s somewhere, and I hope it’s beautiful.”
― John Green, Looking for Alaska

I believe that inside all of us is a divine spark, a soul. I think our souls make us who we are and give us our personalities. I believe that this spark is a part of the greater divine, God, and Goddess. I think that when we die that spark goes back to the source. We don’t so much retain our individuality but become a part of the greater conscious.

We go back to God.

I know that my friends and family that have passed are rejoined with God, who is in everything and everywhere. I also know that I have a divine spark within me and through meditation, dreams, and prayer I can reach out and feel the divine and their presence within her. While I don’t think you can literally talk to the dead, I do think you can feel them.

Our loved ones are in the sun, and the sky, and the grass, and the flowers. All we have to do to be near them is to listen. They’re always there when we need them, just a whispered prayer away.

Jun 08 2012

When I am an Old Woman

When I am an old woman,

Perhaps I’ll wear purple with a red hat that doesn’t go and doesn’t suit me.

Or maybe some dirt stained garden gloves and huge rubber galoshes.

I could dress in fine business suits with a string of pearls and impeccable posture.

Or sport crew neck sweaters with flowerpots and “grandma” and birdhouses.

When I am an old woman,

I won’t care a bit regarding lines on my face or whatever clothes I wear.

I’ll adorn myself in threads of love I’ve spent a lifetime weaving,

And knit a veil and braid it tight in tendrils of silver hair.

I’ll wear my affection plainly with a heart stitched upon my sleeve,

When I am an old woman.

Inspired by “Warning” by Jenny Joseph

Jun 06 2012

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Seek the Joy

Distance Makes the Heart Grow Fonder

I’m traveling for work right now. I’ll be sleeping in a hotel room for the next two weeks, and while I appreciate the king sized bed, room service, and cable tv…

I’m away from my home, my love, my comfort zone.

At first I was angry, sad, and lonely. Being away from home felt like an obligation that I couldn’t refuse. I felt stuck in a place without my support system.

But then I realized that this is a temporary place. Every thing in life is temporary, and instead of wishing to be somewhere else I need to enjoy my time here. My home will be there when I return. This isn’t permanent, it’s just a moment, and will be over soon.

So while I’m here I’m going to stretch out while I sleep, eat a HUGE breakfast, and enjoy the freedom of time alone. When I go home it will be all the sweeter.

And of course fun animal plates always help 🙂