Sunshine Returns to Spokaloo

Thursday, Jun 27

Yeehaw!  I love me my sunlight–although I do tend to whine if it gets too hot outside.  🙂
This morning, I decided to try something a little different re: my meditation time, so I sat on the deck in one of the rocking chairs (it’s been too rainy to do that for quite some time now), listened to Gregorian chants (basically priests singing in Latin) and watched the sky change.  And it was a marvelous show–some of the clouds were pearly gray underneath, while others might have been swabbed with the most delicate of watercolors, pink and gold and pale apricot among the many shades and hues.  As if that wasn’t grand enough, a great spill of light spiraled through the various layers, like a stairway to–or from–Heaven itself.  Glorious!
As you may have guessed, my personal spirituality seems to be evolving–not away from Christianity, it’s the Man from Galilee for me, now and forever–but deeper into the faith.  I think I may be a closet mystic, in fact.  And I do apply some of the tenets of other belief systems–for instance, the Buddhist focus on mindfulness and breathing is working magic in my life.  I love the poets, Hafiz and Rumi, because of the beautiful way they portray a relationship with God–and yet both were Sufis, if I’m not mistaken.  There is always something new to learn–if I’m not afraid.
Afraid of what?  Well, I can admit it, sometimes I’m scared to death of the Old Testament God.  He reminds me of Zeus, to be truthful, flinging thunderbolts, crumbling mountains, unleashing earthquakes and floods, keeping track of every mistake, always ready to pour out plagues and pestilences if the mood strikes.  Definitely not Somebody I’d want to cross.  🙂  And yet–there is this yearning coming through, as well, a longing to be in harmony with His creation.  Enter Jesus, God in the body of a human being.  To me, it’s one thing if God sends His perfect Son to die a brutal death, but it’s quite another if He came Himself, in person, isn’t it?.  (This is what I believe.  You’re free, of course, to believe whatever you want.  🙂 )
I’m probably going to catch some flack for this–I usually do.  🙂
Oh, well.

About Linda

The daughter of a town marshal, Linda Lael Miller is a #1 New York Times and USA TODAY bestselling author of more than 100 historical and contemporary novels, most of which reflect her love of the West.

Raised in Northport, Washington, Linda pursued her wanderlust, living in London and Arizona and traveling the world before returning to the state of her birth to settle down on a horse property outside Spokane.

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