Morning Meds; 6 25 19
Realizing that the religious rule book I was raised with didn’t seem to jive at times, set into motion many changes.
You can see it as a great mystery and hang on to what you have or see it as a great mystery and search for the whys and the whys not.
I tend to hang onto the parts that offer comfort and toss out the parts that do not.
It seems a lot like an algebra equation, everyone’s favorite.
You know the drill. A+B+C=D
All the letters represent things you were taught and together they equal D.
Then suddenly you find out that B isn’t right.
So now, D isn’t right.
It goes on and on and I doubt if it ever will stop.
Continually reevaluating your beliefs seeing how they feel, tossing out the old and plugging in the new.
I realized that to retain some of the more comforting ones, I have to take all of the less comfortable ones along with them.
They are a unit.
So back to class I go, hoping to quiet my mind enough to hear the answers in the stillness.
It used to be quite stressful, but I have felt the final answer and I know that D = unconditional love. That is the sum of all the parts.
The feeling is beyond description.
It is the classroom, the text, the teacher, and the answers at the end of the book where you compare your answers.
Ain’t it great?
Meditative Imagery 