I heard a very educated lady give a lecture recently on the essence of spirituality, on God, on what God is and what God is not. That sounds like I went to hear a lady lecture. No. I was lectured by a lady. In her defense, she did not consider it a lecture, she was not setting me straight, she was just sharing her educated understanding of God.
Although her understanding is not mine, it's not that far off, but in her world there is no laughing and scratching with God. There is in mine. Especially when my ego Lucy is running wild.
It comforts me to think of God as being on my side, as having my back. Which is not to say that I think of God as a form standing guard over me, but rather of my being conscious of goodness with me/within me...I reckon.
I like to feel God laughing at Lucy who is always trying to make an end run around him...I don't mentally picture that, I feel it. And that fits me. Same goes for Lucy...both are words in my consciousness that help me detach from my reasoning mind's analyses and be at peace. In prettier words, to find love in a loveless place as Thaddeus Golas wrote in "The Lazy Man's Guide to Enlightenment."
My spirituality is what I've often called "Grandma Moses spirituality." I have friends whose spiritual understanding I compare to Michelangelo...soaring, breathtaking, beautiful, not to mention educated. Mine's not that. Mine is intuitive, Grandma Moses-like...primitive in a word. Breathtaking to me just the same, but soaring?, educated? No. It is indescribable, actually. Which is my proof that God's hand is in it...or my hand is in his, more like.
Thank you.
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