Over the past few months I have been thinking a lot about living more from my heart: opening up more to Love . ..dropping the old, worn-out patterns of relating to others, myself and the world. Coincidentally (and I don’t believe in coincidence!) I started finding hearts everywhere; heart rocks, heart-shaped clouds, flowers that looked like hearts….
I ran past this empty beer can for a couple of days in a row. I didn’t pick it up the first day I saw it, or the second. Finally, yesterday I did. If it had been a rock, or a sacred relic from a shrine, I would have picked it up when I saw it, brought it home and added it to my collection or given it away as a gift.
How interesting that I think that signs from the Divine have to come in forms that I pre-determine to be valuable or special…how many wonderous things have I missed because I have labeled them as valueless or didn’t notice them at all?
Over the years, I have spoken with so many people who feel guilty that they don’t go to church…feel that they “should” go because they have been taught/told that God is found there. And that is true. God is there. But God is also here….right now, seeing out of my eyes as I write this morning and seeing out of your eyes as you read this. I don’t believe that we need to go to some special place to connect with the Divine (unless we are authentically moved to do so). The Spirit is responding and speaking to us all of the time and in more ways that we could imagine….it is everywhere and in everything….Where is God? Wherever we look.