Searching for Spirit…

“The moment a little boy or girl is concerned with which is a bluejay and which is a sparrow no longer can they see the birds or hear them sing.”  (Words taken from an original quote by Eric Berne- Psychiatrist)

One of my earliest beliefs in a connection to something greater than myself was Saturday evenings with my parents at church and hearing our priest talk about the “Holy Spirit” and “Salvation.” My spirit temporarily squelched, I would leave the church confused, because based on what I was hearing, I was never going to stack up or be good enough to be friends with God. I feared this God and his “judgment” that seemed to scrutinize everything I said or did. I wanted to believe and understand what my parents believed, but I also wanted to feel accepted, loved and understood. Somehow I was not “connecting.” I feared God did not love me. I did not know God.

As I look back now, I realize that not for one moment, however disguised in creed or dogma God is, has this spiritual power left me. If anything, I have abandoned spirit countless times with a heard heart (or head) unable to comprehend God’s true nature due to my own labeling. Fortunately, throughout my life, rogue thoughts have tugged at me pulling me into nostalgic childhood memories beyond the veil of this world. Like a bridge through time, a childhood reflection transports and connects me to this “otherworldliness.” Unfortunately, all too many times, the feeling is quickly consumed by the harried thoughts of this moment, its innocent sweetness slowly dissipating. For some people, the moment is entangled in a swarm of past emotions too thick to see the jewel within the mist and the moment and re-connection is lost, sometimes forever.

As a kid, there was no question that memories of chasing fireflies, in evenings that seemed to go on eternally, or gazing at the stars were the vehicles that connected me to an aliveness within myself and an appreciation for all life. In a universe so vast and void of formed opinions, I could wonder what God looked like; the answers limitless within my mind.  In a land of imagination where no dangers existed except the dragons of my own making, I played in colorful landscapes, and sailed from the mast of trees in my oceans of make believe. I breathed in the sweet smells of flowers there for my pleasure and to shelter many a pixie or fairy stumbling into their realm. My thoughts like stepping stones from one great adventure to another; I had faith in the melodies that called to me from deep within my heart. I recognized myself in everything around me. I was powerful beyond my wildest dreams. I did not think-I just was.

What happened to those universal feelings of expansiveness in all of us where we could not tell where we ended or began?

Have we become afraid of imagination? Is imagination a child’s tool we shelve and forget about after a certain age?

I can make the choice to not look at my world as good or bad, as black or white, but yet to let it unfold in front of me in every moment. Despite the many weeds of pain or hurt that have grown in my past I can pick up the seeds of wisdom that have dropped along life’s path. The lessons that wait to illuminate my way, embrace imagination, and help me to find what I left “over the rainbow.”  It is the place where my wholeness, imagination, dreams, and work wait to be finished. It is the place where spirit is found.

 “If you have built castles in the air, your work need not be lost, that is where they should be. Now put the foundations under them.” (Henry David Thoreau)

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I love life and laughing really hard at least once a day! My greatest thrill is sharing and encouraging others through writing, educating, photography, love of furry four-legged creatures, nature, ecology and health. As a licensed Community Health Worker, Life Coach, Health and Fitness Coordinator and Associate Director for a national, non-profit, educational organization, an avid reader, aspiring writer and above all else- a human being and fellow sojourner, I find diversity and look for heart in every pocket and corner of life.
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5 Responses to Searching for Spirit…

  1. Simon Marsh says:

    “As a kid, there was no question that memories of chasing fireflies, in evenings that seemed to go on eternally, or gazing at the stars were the vehicles that connected me to an aliveness within myself and an appreciation for all life. In a universe so vast and void of formed opinions, I could wonder what God looked like; the answers limitless within my mind.  In a land of imagination where no dangers existed except the dragons of my own making, I played in colorful landscapes, and sailed from the mast of trees in my oceans of make believe. I breathed in the sweet smells of flowers there for my pleasure and to shelter many a pixie or fairy stumbling into their realm. My thoughts like stepping stones from one great adventure to another; I had faith in the melodies that called to me from deep within my heart. I recognized myself in everything around me. I was powerful beyond my wildest dreams. I did not think-I just was.”

    THANK YOU SO MUCH for this :). A wonderful (RC) priest I knew in my boyhood years, inspired and prophetic, once said to me: “Ach, to hell with judgment. It’s such a life-sapping business. And God is nothing, son, if not the bubbling, joyful aliveness inside our very selves. To hell with judgment. We’ve to live in heaven. and d’ya know what Simon Robert? If we’ll only open our eyes, to be sure, we’ll see that Heaven starts right here, right now. And isn’t she a beauty?”

    Fr John was a man before his time!

    I wasn’t far short of 40 when I first chased fireflies on a blessed visit to bayou country, Louisiana. That chasing, the cicadas, the lazy alligators, the moonlight and the stars, the kind of gazing about which you write so tenderly, the “aliveness within myself and an appreciation for all life” … these things tell us that we absolutely “stack up” in the eyes of God. These charisms amount to good judgment, to Holy Spirit alive and well in us, to Grace (one of my favourite girl’s names).

    Thank you for writing and laughing and crying and reaching and teaching. Thank you for encouraging me, too. I’ve added you to my blogroll so that others can join in chasing fireflies – and between us we’ll know what it is to share some perfect moments. A holy communion, you might say.

    Happy Eastertide from England x

    • Simon what a beautiful comment! I pray everyday to always feel that sprit as best I can no matter the situation.There’s always some fairy lurking under a flower or some star falling into trajectory towards a child’s wish. Thank you for adding me to your blogroll. I’m adding you as well. You’ve inspired yourself!

  2. It is always so uplifting to visit your corner of the blogosphere…thank you so much for that.

    • Thank you so much. I am going to try and start posting again this week. You realize how much you miss those beautiful people around you in the “blogosphere” when you’re not involved with it for a while. Thank you Anne, I miss you and your blog too!

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