(Dancing Angels, 2022, watercolor, 11’x 15″, framed to 20″x 24″ Portraying a group of joyous, dancing angels or spirits, I’ve attempted to present them as having no particular gender and belonging to no particular race. Their “color” is “translucent”. The original watercolor doesn’t include the beautiful reflections of the window and dragonfly double or even triple cross(es). l loved the way the photo turned out and decided to present it here. (Contact connieseabourn@gmail.com for more information.)
“Mother/Father God…Creator…Spirit-that-Lives-within-All-Things… That-Little-Dancing-Ribbon-of-Unpredictable-Energy-that’s-in-the-Center-of-Every-Tiniest-Bit-of-Matter-that-Brian-Greene-Wrote-about-in-The-Elegant-Universe…”
As crazy as it may seem, that was how I began my prayers, on those increasingly rare times that I prayed. Then one day, with the last wisp of belief that I could muster, I surprised myself by adding, “Please increase my faith before it’s gone completely.”
What began as a journey to learn everything that I could read in books and all that I could know from decades of listening, studying, practicing and/or other personal experience concerning that “power greater than ourselves”, was ending in extreme loneliness and emptiness. Disappointment was a word too weak for my feelings. The passion that I had once nurtured with love and understanding had brought me to a place of great doubt, only a breath away from utter disbelief, despair, and soulful devastation.
My goal continues to be an enlightened consciousness and union with God. Reading about world religions and the history of religion is still one of my favorite pastimes. I have studied various avenues of mystery schools, and I have a respect for all of the ways in which people practice their faiths, search for meaning, and interact with their God. (Not really pertaining to spirit and faith, but one of my hobbies is collecting religious artifacts.)
Although I now spend more time in meditation than in what I’d describe as my old way of praying, I still find myself including in some part of the stillness of my meditations,
“Mother/Father God . . . Creator . . . Spirit-that-lives- within-all-things . . . thank you for increasing my faith . . . ”
. . . and my faith grows.
(Dancing Angels, 2022, watercolor, 11’x 15″, framed to 20″x 24″ Portraying a group of joyous, dancing angels or spirits, I’ve attempted to present them as having no particular gender and belonging to no particular race. Their “color” is “translucent”. The original watercolor doesn’t include the beautiful reflections of the window and dragonfly double or even triple cross(es). l loved the way the photo turned out and decided to present it here. (Contact connieseabourn@gmail.com for more information.)
“Mother/Father God…Creator…Spirit-that-Lives-within-All-Things… That-Little-Dancing-Ribbon-of-Unpredictable-Energy-that’s-in-the-Center-of-Every-Tiniest-Bit-of-Matter-that-Brian-Greene-Wrote-about-in-The-Elegant-Universe…”
As crazy as it may seem, that was how I began my prayers, on those increasingly rare times that I prayed. Then one day, with the last wisp of belief that I could muster, I surprised myself by adding, “Please increase my faith before it’s gone completely.”
What began as a journey to learn everything that I could read in books and all that I could know from decades of listening, studying, practicing and/or other personal experience concerning that “power greater than ourselves”, was ending in extreme loneliness and emptiness. Disappointment was a word too weak for my feelings. The passion that I had once nurtured with love and understanding had brought me to a place of great doubt, only a breath away from utter disbelief, despair, and soulful devastation.
My goal continues to be an enlightened consciousness and union with God. Reading about world religions and the history of religion is still one of my favorite pastimes. I have studied various avenues of mystery schools, and I have a respect for all of the ways in which people practice their faiths, search for meaning, and interact with their God. (Not really pertaining to spirit and faith, but one of my hobbies is collecting religious artifacts.)
Although I now spend more time in meditation than in what I’d describe as my old way of praying, I still find myself including in some part of the stillness of my meditations,
“Mother/Father God . . . Creator . . . Spirit-that-lives- within-all-things . . . thank you for increasing my faith . . . ”
. . . and my faith grows.
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