Mystical Mundane

Image via Wikipedia So, with the talk about dualism on the message board I run, I had had alot of my mind...this whole good/bad, mercy/severity, wealth/poverty etc... I had been walking with my husband yesterday, and was rambling off some different thoughts I had.He and I both are approaching Kabbalah from slightly different aspects. I was saying, that God, the Divine, it seems as though comes through this world fragmented. I feel/sense the presence of Divinity in the wind, in the rivers, and in fact have been prompted to seek out one of the Sto:lo in our area to teach me about their native spirituality. I was thinking of how if you take the most delicious fantastic soup, and passed it through a sieve that divided the parts, you would have salt, spice, sweet, bitter, etc. Someone could taste any one of these parts and say "OH MY GOSH, this is DISGUSTING!" And one could say, "but this is SOUP, soup is fantastic and delicious and life giving!" And another wou

Throw down your books! Run outside and dance! Quickly, while the sky has opened, And the ocean falls down upon us. The clouds, racing and tumbling like waves , Cast out their charge and bathe us In the Beauty of God.

Broken filter. The emotions running the gamut from one extreme to the next. Moment to moment. But the chain on this pendulum is short and it never goes far enough to do  much damage. I notice that the times of pure bliss and overwhelming joy are sporadically speckled with anger and irritation. I have a restlessness but because I think too much, the thinking itself complicates the ability to get things done. The filter that blocks out intensity must be dissolving somewhat. This is often a blessing. The feeling of connectedness, the awareness of the presence of God within and around all things... If I had a more capable filter, these things might not seep through to me. It's just too bad that this also allows in the not so wonderful. Luckily I know how to bring about the feeling of wonder, and my forcing myself out for a walk with the little ones, whether it be drizzly and dreary, or clear and colourful, I am able to tap into the source, as the trickles and drips seep through t