"Not all places of worship
have walls and a steeple."
~Zen to Zany
Methinks we're talking our
glorious Mother here . . .
Mother Earth, Mother Nature.
When my docs gave me the
death sentence half a dozen
years ago, we moved into
this sweet little cabin, and
I mean little!
I have to chuckle as looking
left, 'tis Mother. Looking right,
"It's a man's world out there!"
Rather speaks to my unbalanced
Libra, right?!
Still, I truly feel that my little
bit of paradise offers me a
place of worship. Interestingly
enough, I find that my worship
of today is vastly different than
that as a child.
As a kid, 'twas of the "Now I
lay me down to sleep" variety.
Nonetheless, fond memories
of family prayer, readings and
discussions.
When it comes to the Christian
faith, my parents were the real
deal. So, how I honor my dad
for telling me when I turned
13 that he believed me to be a
Pantheist as he himself was a
Panentheist.
Speaking of real, doesn't it
come down to being real,
no matter which path one
chooses?! Some simply drift
along; others walk their path
with absolute determination.
I love my path; I honor yours.
I do tend to believe that all
roads lead to Rome, as it were,
sooooo . . .
Happy journeying!
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