Mystics~Part 2
I think that I was born to be a mystic.
I believe this to be true because I find myself aflame with the deepest longing to unite with my creator. I crave a mutuality with God, an interpenetration by and with the Eternal....
But as much as I crave those things, I also crave a real and active intimacy with the every day.
I like the "ordinariness" of my life.
I enjoy the simple things.
I know what it is to experience satisfaction upon seeing the folded piles of sweet smelling laundry lined up and ready to put away on laundry days. I enjoy the wind whistling through the pine, the sounds of rain pinging on the air conditioner outside our bedroom window. I cherish the sunsets, the color of morning sky, the smells of Spring and Fall.
Yes, I was born to be a mystic; but then, each of us has within ourselves that same potential, that same craving, that same draw to mysticism.
I totally believe this to be true as well; so, why am I so damn lonely on this mystical journey?
I believe this to be true because I find myself aflame with the deepest longing to unite with my creator. I crave a mutuality with God, an interpenetration by and with the Eternal....
But as much as I crave those things, I also crave a real and active intimacy with the every day.
I like the "ordinariness" of my life.
I enjoy the simple things.
I know what it is to experience satisfaction upon seeing the folded piles of sweet smelling laundry lined up and ready to put away on laundry days. I enjoy the wind whistling through the pine, the sounds of rain pinging on the air conditioner outside our bedroom window. I cherish the sunsets, the color of morning sky, the smells of Spring and Fall.
Yes, I was born to be a mystic; but then, each of us has within ourselves that same potential, that same craving, that same draw to mysticism.
I totally believe this to be true as well; so, why am I so damn lonely on this mystical journey?
