Have you found your refuge yet?
Are you wondering, father, from the realm of spirit, if I am safe, happy and fulfilled? Are you caring to inquire from the realm of light about things you carefully avoided when your feet were planted on the earth?
This question goes to my soul with resounding force.
The truth is that I am lost in this place. Oh, my needs are met, I have a man who loves me, picture perfect scenery outside my window and children to honor and embrace.
But no. No, I can’t believe that I will ever know happiness in this time, in this place.
My spirit is not comfortable here.
If I were to speak my deepest truth, I ache to be gone. I feel mis-fit, out of time and place. This reality is strange and foreign to me, beyond all imagining. I say things like, Isn’t it odd that we have to eat yet again today? And, I can’t believe I have to go to bed and get up over and over again. It is so tedious. My husband smiles, understanding and not understanding at all.
There is no flow to my river. I hover above like a bird, jealous of those who walk in this place like a bear. What good is a bird on the earth? I offer perspective, and a broader vision, but would leave in a heart-beat to go back home, if only I knew where home was.
And you, father? Have you come to peace?
No need to ask. I know that you have.
written April 30, 2008