Saturday, October 27, 2018

the great power of thought


The Power of Thought 

The above picture are images of water molecules that have been prayed upon for Dr. Emoto’s work, “The secret life of water” (2003).
If you are unfamiliar with Dr. Masaru Emoto’s work regarding the power of thought on water molecules, please google it. His work has inspired much of my thinking and has guided my curriculum for self-healing. 
Basically, water molecules change with thought which provides some scientific evidence that the power of thought has its effects on nature. The average human body is 50-65% water. "According to H.H. Mitchell, Journal of Biological Chemistry 158, the brain and heart are composed of 73% water, and the lungs are about 83% water. The skin contains 64% water, muscles and kidneys are 79%, and even the bones are watery: 30%” (water.USGS.Gov, 2018).  

In everyday life, thoughts pop into our heads all the time. Usually, they are about things we have to do and things we are worried about. All thoughts are either negative or positive in nature and we need to be responsible for the way we look at all things and the content of what we are thinking. 
Thoughts are vibrations and vibrations are how we connect with the Universe (call it God or your higher self or whatever word is most comfortable for you). If you are thinking negative thoughts about a subject, you are, in essence, asking for more negative things about that subject. If you are thinking positive thoughts, you are asking (praying/vibrating) for more positive things. The Universe will align and give you those things. 
    

Friday, August 14, 2015

The Shiny Rocks

Let's play a game.

Look at the following picture:


Now, focus on the dark rocks...

See how they start to pop out at you?
Go back to the picture, and now focus only on the light rocks.

See how your brain organizes color?
Now, try paying attention to just the dark spaces between the rocks.
Cool, huh?

Focus.

Why not only choose to focus on the happy rocks? By that I mean...

Why not choose to focus on only that which is good in our lives? Look how simply your brain will reorganize and allow................

Everything in your life has positive aspects that you can shift your focus on. Try it as an exercise for the day.
Focus on the shiny happy rocks in your life.

Friday, July 31, 2015

Fortune cookies

I have recently tried to pay attention to the lessons from the Universe. Not certain if Fortune Cookies count toward those lessons, however, I guess they can't hurt. I keep the ones that make me smile. I think, often, what a cool job it would be to think of those sometimes life-changing phrases that fortune cookies can be.

Recently, mine have been interesting in the journey "for me" of late:




Hmmm. gonna ponder on them. Not certain they have relevance. Not certain they mean anything. However, I am a student of Universal life lessons. (some call it divine intervention, angels, loved ones, or even GOD) Sometimes they have something to tell you!!!


Maybe Chinese fortune cookies are the way... Hmmm.

Thought of the day: Is the Hokey Pokey all that it is all about?

Monday, July 20, 2015

Manifestations

So.. Today I brag.
Today I give thanks to the Universe for the giving me the answers to my very specific prayers.
I have been a Law of Attraction teacher and student for several years. One of my favorite "games" to play, is to set your sights low and ask for easy things, paying attention every time to the little manifestations along the way.
As a background, a few years ago, I was working hard on the Law of Attraction, clearing my energy, focusing my vibrations through positive thought, when one day, I couldn't find a hair elastic for the life of me! Now, trust me when I say that I couldn't believe that I couldn't find one little hair elastic.. I knew I had lots of them, but they weren't in their usual spots! I could feel my energy boiling, as the stress of the search turned me from nook to cranny with no results. (you know the feeling, when you are fishing for something small... the stressful feeling that comes naturally?) Suddenly, I stopped, and practiced what I preached. I stood up, took a deep breath, and decided clearly that I would find just one hair elastic now, but I actively decided to manifest more hair elastics. I knew at the time it was a silly thing to actively ask for, and I also knew that somewhere in my house there were plenty of them. But I was all up into my Law of Attraction is Magic thing, and decided then and there to manifest hair elastics. Well, I did find one elastic right away, and during the next few days.. I stumbled here and there upon hair elastics.
Fast forward about a week, and I was looking for a pair of tweezers. I began my fruitless search for tweezers by reaching into a make up bag. I found about 10 hair elastics. (no tweezers). I smiled. I went to the next place I might have put the tweezers... more hair elastics. (Just to describe where I was looking, I have these containers with lots of little organizational pockets. In almost every one of them.. I found hair elastics. It was no longer about the tweezers, as I gleefully found stash after stash of hair elastics. Including an unopened package of them. I must have found a hundred elastics (but no tweezers, lol), and it felt like a cartoon where the elastics were seriously jumping out at me.
I stopped and marveled at my manifestation. I opened my overnight cosmetic bag and stopped myself as I joyfully reached through several loose dollar bills and reached for a few prize hair elastics. Suddenly, I realized that if I could do this with hair elastics, why couldn't I do this with money. Instantly, my focus shifted to the loose bills I hadn't even noticed a minute before. Boom, about $7 bucks. I went into my bedroom and looked in a junk drawer for my final attempt at tweezers, and I found more hair elastics, and a roll of $150 cash. (I work in the restaurant business, and just found some tips I had forgotten about) I also found 3 gift cards, and an uncashed check. Irresponsible? Maybe. But I was STUNNED how quickly, and how animatedly I had attracted those things.
Are you still reading? lol.
So, Long story long.. This spurred me to get more focused on the things I wanted to attract in my life. I wanted extensive travel for example.. and boy, oh boy, have I been the recipient of incredible travel. I have been so blessed by the many places I have visited, and I am scheduled to travel again in the next few weeks for a trip of a lifetime with my family.
Picture the energy around you like a big thick foggy pea soup. You inhale energy as it passes by you, the vibrations, like internet emails, flowing in and out of your unconsciousness.
What do you think as you inhale? as you exhale? What energy are you emitting into this thick pea soup of energy that we all connect to? What energy are you absorbing?

Thursday, July 16, 2015

Is the road to hell REALLY paved with good intentions?

I set out to do this blog a few years ago with the intention of exploring different churches and writing about the way they made me feel. That lasted about a few weeks. In fact, life got in the way so fast, and I found myself working on Sundays, and soon, I was out of the blog habit. Plus, as I read the posts from that era. Holy smokes. Edit much? Very lengthy. Oops. Anyway, The last few years have been filled with much spirituality, and the path has led me to many wonderful manifestations and epiphanies. I continue to learn about religions around the world. I love to find the common denominator. Is it Love? Is it Peace? Is it Kindness? What do we have in common? What are our differences? In my quest for spirituality, I continue to gravitate towards a more science based religion. Energy, Universal influence, Quantum physics... all fascinate me and can be applied to religious prayer and belief. I will continue to study, ask, think, listen, learn about religions and God (call it what we will). I will continue to write about my experiences on this journey. I'll try to keep them a little shorter in the future. Intentions sometimes lead us onto different paths than the one we start out on. I am trying to give myself permission to change paths on this blog. Since I am in charge of my own path, my own destiny, my own blog. Permission granted.

Being Present is a Present

I am currently enjoying a personal project where I try to practice the art of being present. By this I mean, every time I find my mind wandering, I force myself to pay attention to the details of what I am currently doing and to find enjoyment in the detail. It's kinda fun. For example, yesterday, a beautiful day, I went for a short bike ride. A time when I usually let my mind wander freely, I write stories in my head, plan businesses, spend imaginary money, travel the world, plan art projects, laugh about this and that. I am rather adult ADD at times, but I enjoy my own distractions, and since I follow through with my responsibilities, I usually let myself have this little indulgence. I digress. Anyway, on the bike I decide to be aware of every little detail of my bike ride. The moment observed, if you will. I listened to the songs of the birds, felt the sun warming my skin, smelled the flowers and the freshly mown grass. I felt thankful for the ability to ride a bike. I felt thankful that I had the time to do this. I found myself in a vibration of utter peace. It was truly uncanny. I continued to do it while driving, while sitting here right now at my computer. I am consciously finding the "Zen" in every moment. All I can say is that I feel great every time I do this. Not sure where it will take me, but feeling this peaceful vibration is totally worth the occasional thought shift.

Thursday, July 9, 2015

My backyard Jesus

Last summer (2014) I noticed in the backyard there was a dead branch in the woods and it looked like Jesus to me. I found myself sitting on the porch and saying things like, "Hi Jesus!"

Soon, I found myself talking to him, telling him my burdens, asking him for advice. Now, I knew full well that this was just a dead branch.

So, as I said before, I was so enchanted by this backyard Jesus that I found myself opening the blinds and saying, "Good Morning, Jesus!" each day. I looked forward to it. This picture was from last summer. Looks like Jesus, right? So, summer turned into fall, and fall turned into record snowfall winter. (remember the snow?) Life went on, and frankly, I'd forgotten about the branch in the backyard, and went on to other things (Like shoveling).

Fast forward to Easter morning....... I was getting ready for work, and thought about the whole Easter morning resurrection thing and thought to myself, "I wonder if backyard Jesus made it through the winter?" So I went to the window and looked out. I saw nothing. No Jesus. For a few minutes I was sad...... Genuinely sad. I walked around the house moping a bit about it.

About an hour later, I looked out the window again, and there we was. Backyard Jesus HAD made it through the winter!!! (I learned the next morning that at certain times, he was in the shadows and couldn't be seen easily) So, a true Easter morning resurrection!! He no longer resembled the full, vibrant Jesus of last summer. Now, beaten, battered, and downtrodden, Jesus was still there anyway. He had battled the cold of death, the winter of 2015, and he stood strong through it all. For me? Who knows? I got giddy again, and said something like, "Hallelujah! he has risen!" Ok it wasn't that dramatic, but still... the parallels.. the whole Easter thing. I got goosebumps. This picture was taken Easter morning: So, to sum up...I told this story to a friend of mine who said that I probably could sell backyard Jesus on Ebay or something and get real money. Which is funny to me, because, it could be true. However, I don't know.. I like having him out there. I like saying my good mornings to him (Yup, the branch). Hey, it makes me feel good, ok? Anyway, he doesn't look like he did last summer anymore. He may not make it through next winter as he is looking mighty weak.

 So... for now. I'm keeping my backyard Jesus just the way he is. Praise be.

Wednesday, July 8, 2015

Beautiful Minds Inspire Others

I passed by a pile of unread magazines this morning only to find this on the cover of a catalogue. It jumped out at me and is certainly going on my next vision board. Next I looked down and it says, "Thank you for inspiring us for 50 years." Since I just turned 50, I felt that this was directed at me as a sign from the universe. Immediately after that, my eyes went to the next magazine, and the cover caption read, "The older I get, the better I get." I believe in the power of energy creating what we call coincidence.. therefore, I don't believe in coincidences. I want to get better as I get older, and inspire others with my beautiful mind. Lol. Well, at least I'll try.

Saturday, July 4, 2015

Today's mantra

I believe in this: Honor your soul/spirit by keeping promises to yourself. Honor your humanness by making promises you can keep.

Friday, July 3, 2015

Is GOD sending me messages to buy stuff on the internet?

I was surfing on GoDaddy website the other day to see if a domain name I had in mind was available. Indeed it was, however, I have a rule that when I want to spontaneously buy something on the internet, I leave the window open for at least 24 hours, think about it, and if I still want it, I buy it. So, I leave the window open and move on to other things. The next day I turned on my computer and there were windows still open. The front window was partially covering the GoDaddy window to reveal what looked like a message. GoD.. yes, Buy It. (see attached photo) A sign? An awesome subliminal marketing strategy? A coincidence? Well, I don't believe in coincidences. So, I bought it.

Thursday, July 2, 2015

GOD: my definition

GOD... such a strong word. Defined differently for so many. I used to think that GOD was a big Santa Claus looking guy with white hair, a beard, and kindly eyes. I had a hard time using the word for so long because of all of the ways I didn't agree with other people's definition of GOD. Was GOD masculine? How could GOD let bad things happen? I have come to understand GOD my own way, and identify with my own spirituality. I am a child of science. Energy is my GOD. Vibrational energy that is present in all things. All things earthly. All things in the Universe. All things beyond the Universe. GOD is the connection we all have vibrationally. Thoughts are prayers. Vibrations are things. GOD is listening to our vibrations, and we are creating our worlds and manifesting our prayers. G oodness O neness D ivinity GOD is not human. GOD is not a man. GOD is the energetic and vibrational connection we share. GOD is what we connect to as we live our lives. We pray all day every day as we think our thoughts. Intentional prayer and meditation can help shift our focus if needed. (and don't we all need it?) The name GOD is just a name for that power we all know exists. Some call the power different names. It's all the same thing. So I use the word again. I just don't use masculine pronouns, and I don't picture Santa. I do pray. I do believe in higher power. I know that GOD exists. Energy does not die, it simply changes forms. Our spiritual journey and our connection to one another is far bigger than one life. And certainly bigger than one blogger's opinion.

Wednesday, June 1, 2011

The Church of Oprah; a Modern Day Spiritual Leader


I have some writing to do. It feels a little bit like crunch time in college when a procrastinator, like me, needs to catch up on her work because the papers are due. I started to have feelings of guilt because I have spent much of my time working and much of my spare time painting. (I am an artist and a photographer... as well as a restauranteur) So, I wonder to myself... why these feelings? This spirituality project is simply for me. It's my journey. I don't even have any readers (I don't think). So why am I beating myself up because I have two church essays to write?

SO, I sat down to write this essay this morning on a bright sunny early summer morning. My deck was loaded with freshly potted flowers, plants, and herbs, and I sat amidst this magnificence and wrote the first paragraph about how I have been putting off this project because I had so many other things to do. Boom. An enormous thunderstorm just swooped in, and I just barely made it inside when the rain came down with a crash and the lights went out.

Wow. I regrouped. Poured a little more coffee. (Still hot) and grabbed my laptop. It was running on batteries anyway, and I was in the mood to write.

So, it's now. The lights back on, the rain dying down, the warming color in the distant sky, and the far away sounds of very benign thunder. I sit in stillness and in the glow of recent energy surge and think of the way the last two weeks went for me spiritually, and how I am to tell about it. Is there a significance to the sudden storm as I ponder spirituality?

I attended a Unity church two weeks ago, with my dear friend, Kelly, and her partner, Jeff. They have invited me to join them many times in the past, knowing that I have been on my own spiritual path, and many times I had reasons not to go. What if I liked it? Was I ready to commit to a new community, when I was still grieving from my old one? What if I didn't like it? Was I able to hurt the feelings of my dear friends because I didn't connect with the community they hold so dear? The answer was to put off going, to keep busy, to continue to grow spiritually in solitude.

As I said in my first post, when I declared that I was going to start going to church, and that I was going to explore different religions, and write about my experiences, and how the teachings were intertwined with each other, and how connected they might be to what I have come to believe; I decided to finally check out the Unity Church.

I will tell you more about that experience, but I need to now tell you about what happened a few days later. I made mental notes about my experience at Unity, and some of the deeply powerful words and connections I felt. I also made mental notes about some of the ways the experience forced me out of my comfort zone a little bit, and challenged me to engage more than I knew how. I will get to that later.

Oh, and by the way, before I forget, the "drink" of this post is consistently: Coffee... First, on my way to Unity I realized that I didn't have my morning coffee. I had left yesterday's take out container in my center console, and it reminded me and teased me that I really, really wanted a cup. "Could I bring a cup of coffee to church?" Nah! So I "jonesed" for coffee throughout the service. I am also drinking coffee as I write right now. But, thirdly, and finally, I was drinking coffee the other morning when I watched the DVR video of Oprah: The Final Episode. Ripe with church, art, spirituality, my work with the law of attraction, I watched this episode and wept. I hadn't even written about Unity yet, but I knew then that this was more meaningful to me at the moment, more powerful, and just the thing I needed to see now, in my life, in my journey. She began to speak, to talk to us, her congregation, she spoke lightly of the joys and the journeys, and the power of what it has meant to be Oprah. I listened. Enthralled. Suddenly, I realized that she was, indeed, speaking to her church. Her fans whose lives and actions in everyday circumstances are shaped by the lessons she has taught us. She began talking deeply about life; about my life, my journey, my spirituality, my growth in the "Oprah generation". The church of Oprah. Me. The things I search for. The things I've found. My favorite things.

So, my experience at Unity has been trumped by my powerful journey into the heart of Oprah in her final episode. First off, I have to say that at 46, I grew up with Oprah. My girlfriend in high school and then my roommate in college and I watched Oprah through our "chubby" years, and remember distinctly watching Oprah cart out pounds of fat behind her while she wore her "Calvin Klein Jeans". During my mommy years, I watched Oprah as often as I could. I used my VCR and then my DVR and was truly, one of her "ultimate viewers". In "Oprah-speak" that means someone who has watched Oprah since the beginning, and knows all about her evolution, her passions, her spirit, her values, her humor, her humanness, her philanthropy, and her ways of honoring others and those who paved the path for her to shine.

I am a devoted Oprah watcher, and in the 25 years she has been on the air, and in the 46 years that I have been here on this planet, and a childhood tv junkie, I wrote Oprah my two and only fan letters. I wrote an email years ago that simply stated something like this, "Oprah, if God were to send his only child to our planet to do his/her good work. Would he be a barefoot middle-eastern Shepherd, who was the self proclaimed son of God? NO! Our generation would lock him up. If God were to send his message of eternal peace and goodness; Of Energy, and life; Of Doing good deeds for the planet and humankind, by showing leadership in the things that our society values, and taking action to better the planet. No pressure, Oprah, but it is you. You come from humble beginnings, and often show the world your human vulnerabilities. You lead us to be better people, and show us books to read, and people to honor. By example, Oprah, you have made the world a better place. Thank you." I heard nothing, but thought to myself that she probably thought I was some Jesus-Freak and didn't want that kind of pressure. Who does? Years later, when Oprah was struggling publicly with her weight again, and I had felt empowered by having strengthened my own connection with my inner athlete and conquered my battle with weight, I wrote to her again with a little strategy. Anyway, in this letter I let her know that I had recently seen an episode where they were cleaning our someone's hoarding den, and created a place full of good chi. Oprah had said that she could never function in a home that wasn't orderly, neat, and a sanctuary. I wrote to Oprah and suggested that in her weight-loss struggle, she remembered that her real home is in her body, and that if she couldn't live in chaos at home, to remember to take order of her health... and look at it that way.

Why did I just tell you this? Wow, I get so ADD sometimes. Suffice it to say. I am a huge Oprah fan.

SO I apologize to the Unity church, because their story is going to have to wait as I am compelled to speak about the Church of Oprah this week. Her words filled me spiritually in her final episode. So, the subject of today's blogpost... is The Church of Oprah..

Oprah began her "service" with the description that the hour was not a typical Oprah show, there would be no frivolity, no surprises, no give aways, no make overs, no music, no tearful reunions. No, today's last and final episode was a "Love letter to you". Us. She was talking to her people. Her flock. Me.

Here are some of the powerful statements she shared with me, (with us).

"Use your light to change the world." I ask everyday for this direction.

"you are responsible for the energy that you create for yourself... and you are responsible for the energy that you bring to others. All life is energy and we are transmitting it at every moment." Yes! That is it! That is the understanding I have of the divine spirit, that it is life energy flowing through you and others in each moment, whether you are conscious of it or conscientiously working with it for your good in your life. Oprah is so my church. Take responsibility for your own energy and for the energy you bring to others. Ok, I will, Oprah, I will think more responsibly about my own energy.

Oprah quoted Newton, " For every action there is an equal and opposite reaction."
She went on to say that "we all need to learn that we are responsible for our lives. We are not to let anyone save, fix, or complete us, and that when we understand that we are all responsible for our lives, we get free." Wow. In my roller coaster of a post divorce life, that statement was powerful to me. I am just learning that I can be alone. I can like who I am. I can be a creative, active, giving member of society. I will take that little nugget of a suggestion and think about how I define myself. After you are part of a "we" for such a long time, it is a challenge to remember that it is ok to just be a "me."

"There is a common thread that flows through all of our pain and all of our suffering; Unworthiness" Such a powerful statement, and I can honestly say that from my experience, and in my insecurities, I define myself often as "unworthy". As Oprah would say, "Aha!"

"Even people that feel like they deserve to be happy and have nice things, often don't feel worthy when they have them." She went on to say, " There is a difference, you know, between thinking you deserve to be happy, and knowing you are worthy of happiness." Knowing my worth is a daily effort. I listen to Oprah and agree with her language about our connection. How does she know I needed these little kicks in the pants? How did she reach through my television, describe how I feel about my connection to spirituality/God, and then she socks it to me about unworthiness, and gratitude. Lessons I consciously work on in my own life. How did she know?


I am a student and sometimes teacher in the application of the law of attraction and how it applies to our spirituality, our purpose, and our daily lives. I believe in the power of our life energy and our connection to it and to each other. I ask for guidance in the areas of my life where I may feel unworthiness. I ask to be shown my path to my best self.

In this journey I have found painting. I picked up a brush and paints when my marriage broke up a few years ago, and have been painting ever since. If you are interested in seeing my most recent stuff.. go to www.kristinhaight.com to see my latest collections. My Goddess Collection represents my spiritual connection to other women and to myself.
They are extensions of who I am, and who I have been, and who I wish to be. Thank you to Oprah for encouraging me to find what brings you joy and to share it with others. I love to paint. I love to write. I love to learn and think and discuss. This blog is a fun action based exploration of who I am in relationship to the divine in humankind.

Spiritual energy fills my everyday life, and is a daily focus for me as I continue on my journey to find a new spiritual path. Last year, I wrote an essay on "2012: predictions" in my other blog: "Energy, Spirituality, and the Law of Attraction" www.energyattracts.com, and in it I talk about the world shifting in a more positive and modern spiritual way. I believe that we all can feel the growing need for a new spiritual movement. One that incorporates a more modern day way of looking at our planet, our connection, and our path. I thank you again, Oprah, for being a leader to so many of us for 25 years. I wish you peace in your journey foward. Many blessings, my friend.

Look soon for the details of my visit to Unity. Sorry for putting you on the back burner.

Saturday, May 14, 2011

The Best Laid Plans



I went back and read my first post, and cringed that I announced that I was going to be able to attend church each week. I shouldn't have made such unrealistic goals, because I know that life is going to get in the way.

I work in my family restaurant business, and Easter, like Christmas, like Mother's Day, like New Year's Eve, and Thanksgiving.. is a work day for me. I had good intentions of getting up early, and finding a local sunrise on the beach sermon before work. In fact, I woke up in time, only to see rain.... so I rolled over.

SO... Easter Sunday comes and goes...and the newbie determined blogger has failed on a major religious holiday. A day that should evoke volumes of discussion, fashion statements, children, spring, hope eternal, rebirth.
Instead, I rolled over. I got up a little later and realized that I really should have made a more determined effort. I was due at work shortly, and traditional churches got out too late. So, I practiced a little yoga (my personal church), got ready for work, and indeed enjoyed the fashion show of Easter at the restaurant.
In many ways, the Easter crowd at a fine dining restaurant is like a religious experience. Families gather. Children dress adorably, and have been forced to sit still in church, and then in the restaurant, all while exploding from a "Easter Morning sugar rush".

Great-grandmothers big day out. Bonnets. Moth Balls. Smiles. Family. I looked around, with church on my mind, and saw a melting pot of belief systems around the restaurant. Passover is observed at the same time, and we had many Jewish families, Irish Catholic families, WASPy families, Same Sexed families, Sisters, 4 Generations of families, Greek families (Greek Easter was same day... although we didn't get many... Greek families tend to gather in the home on holidays), and they all came in different shapes, colors, and sizes. There was an interesting diversity that day, but I marveled at the church of my family restaurant, and all who gather there on the holidays. The common denominator was family, tradition, and food.

At first, I was giving myself a pat on the back, for trying to salvage Easter Sunday from the truth of my laziness.
I thought I could get away with writing about My church... my restaurant and my yoga, I even ended my shift with a glass of wine, and some fabulous lamb with slow cooked demi glace. (I had my Eat and Drink part down) Then I thought... LAME! Cop out, Kristin! Suddenly, I remembered the internet! Youtube. I searched for Easter Sunday Sermons, and so many sermons popped up! I was in business! There just may be redemption.

I set aside an evening during the week, and pulled out my notebook. I poured myself a glass of wine, and made myself a nice meal. (Pan Seared Salmon with early spring lettuce salad and a lemon caper beurre blanc) (Yes, I LOVE food) I sat comfortably in my office with my meal and found my online church. This could get to be a procrastinator's dream, I thought to myself.
Although habit could easily form with this church method, it contradicts my initial goal of traveling close to home and discovering local pubs, community, and food. However, I am certain that this online church experience won't be my first. Doors were opened here, dear reader, you will never know what you are going to get. (Do I even have a "dear reader?") It sure will make it easy to play catch up for me, when Sunday's have other plans for me throughout the year.

So, seated at my desk, I chose a Born Again Christian Church in Washington, DC. I smiled. Never in my life, (aside from film), had I ever imagined myself witnessing such a service. I smiled and took a sip of my beverage. This is pretty cool.

The service began with a handsome young man initiating some group prayers. I guessed him to be a student on the path to becoming a minister. He was as passionate as a young idealistic man should be, and I loved listening to him. (He looked like a young Denzel)

I took some notes as the sermon began. The Reverend was an older, very dynamic, if not stereotypical, black "preacher". As he began to speak, I was easily captivated by his attention getting voice, well placed pauses, and enthusiasm while making his point. He commanded his audience, and it was great!

I wished I could have seen the parishioners, but I could hear them. Constant shouts of "Amen!' sprinkled throughout the hour long video. I also wished that I could have spent time in the community. The best laid plans, right? Hey, who knows where this journey will take me, though. Washington, DC isn't that far of a road trip for later in the year, right? Ok, we'll see. Right now I am simply enjoying another style of worship.

Some bullets of doctrine, followed by my thought process:

* He lives in my heart, so I live above sin. ( I really agree with this statement. If you live life according to the rules you set out for.. If you live to your highest self, and all that you set out to be as a person, you feel most free and energetic, and that is when you feel God in your heart. You feel your healthiest, your happiest, and your most productive)

* God gets Glory in his Kingdom (I wasn't sure what that meant, so I am going to guess. Hmmm. Nope, I've got nothing.)

* "After you believe in the church, then what do you do?" The Reverend went on to explain that although while at church, a parishioner may feel Godlike, and make promises, and praises; it is what he/she does after church that matters. (I liked the message here. The truth that every person needs to be held to their highest self at all times… or as much as humanly possible, and that basically we should all "do the right thing".)

* The truth shall make you free. (Of course, I had heard this before, but I pondered it today along with my Reverend du jour. I always believe that the truth is freeing. The energy flows much more freely through the body when we are at peace with our spirit. Truth is essential to that flow)

* The Child understood God; When he became a man, he had to put away childish things." ( I believe that we are closest to our spiritual connectivity when we are children. We are in tune with the laws of the universe, and joy is a birthright we often naturally feel closest to when we are children. Staying in that alignment is the challenge as we age, and life's challenges weigh on us.)

* Don't look down on other people; we are all sinners. (Now, I need you to go back and reread that last statement, and animate it in your mind. The Reverend was mighty, his fist was firm and raised, his voice boomed, "Don't look down on other people, " He commanded, "we are all sinners." He let that statement sit in the air. There was a moment of stillness, and then someone broke the moment with an, "Amen!" Followed by a string of "Amens!" that the Reverend joined in on after a few seconds, "can I get an Amen?" and it was like watching and listening to a well choreographed dance, as he absorbed the power of his parishioners after hearing his word.)

*Lust of the Flesh... vs. Pride of life. The Reverend went on to talk about judgement, and sin. On the heels of not looking down on other people, he began to discuss the recently passed Elizabeth Taylor, who had been married several times in her life, was the object of much desire in her lifetime, and made choices of the flesh, instead of taking pride in what the Reverend thinks is an honorable life. "She is now sitting in judgement." he stated. (I had an issue with the implications here. Here was the Born again stuff I was worried about. the belief that if you don't get saved from your sin, you can never reach the kingdom of heaven. I agree in the pride of life statement, that one should feel proud of the choices and decisions that one makes in his/her life. But who is he to say that Elizabeth Taylor lived a life of sin and was not saved? She had much to be proud of in her life. She was outstandingly philanthropic, and suffered as one of the pioneers of the "papparazzi-life-in-a-fishbowl" hollywood star. Who is he to judge her life, her loves, and her spirituality? The point of the statement intrinsically makes sense. "lust of the flesh vs. pride of life" can be understood to mean that oftentimes we fall into temptation and veer off of the goals we set for ourselves. Lust of the flesh can be simply the cookie we eat after we begin a diet. The goals we set for ourselves, be they commitments to each other, our jobs, and even our blogs, are often challenged by temptations and distractions. We gain pride in our lives by sticking to our goals and resisting temptations.

* Saved to Behave. (Lastly, I wish to comment on the theme that flowed throughout the sermon. You have been saved to behave. Now, I am not "saved", but I guess I never felt that I needed saving. Thinking of this statement, however, and applying it to my own understanding of spirituality, I guess it means that a person needs to exercise forgiveness, both of him/herself and of others, and then to stick to the goals set before them in their path. Make peace within yourself (the saved part), and behave in life the way that makes you maintain that peace.) (I am pretty sure the Reverend was talking about the resurrection of Jesus as an act of our salvation.. it was Easter Sunday, after all.)

In closing, and I apologize for this lengthy post, I want to express my thanks to the many ways I was able to enjoy Easter. From my church of my yoga practice, to my parishioners at my family restaurant, to my online energetic Easter service, which opened my eyes to many global possibilities of understanding worship. The spirit of Easter Sunday, the message of rebirth at this time of year, after last week's message about being a time to plant, was ever buzzing within me. I do feel saved in a way. I do feel that I am creating some kind of rebirth in my ever changing life. So as I birth myself forward in my own life, I thank the Reverend who told me to behave, and that I should seek a power in my life. I am and I will.

Thursday, April 28, 2011

The first Sunday


Initially, I intended to highlight and identify the churches I visit, but I changed my mind. If I am to be honest, and sometimes challenge doctrine, I don't want to hurt anyone's feelings in the process. If I poke fun at the woman who smells like moth balls, and sings hymns off key, I don't want that woman to know it was her. Therefore, I think I will talk freely about the church, without divulging where it is. I reserve the right to change my mind about this as the blog evolves, but right now, I think I will talk about my experiences with the church and honor the parish's anonimity.

Rigid doctrine is hard for me. I feel like I am pressing against the religion when I disagree with some of their rituals and beliefs, but that is why I am doing this, right? To push the limits of what I think, and what I feel is the balance between humankind and spirituality. I am looking for a fit for me, but in so doing, I want to educate myself with different and sometimes challenging beliefs and practices. So my first week... I chickened out and went to the Unitarian Universalist church nearby. I always wanted to check out a service, and gave myself permission to dip my toe into this project.

Unitarian Universalists hold a very "hippyish" reputation. I guess I expected tie dyed shirts, dead head stickers on fuel efficient cars, and rainbow flags everywhere. I had expectations of new age music, flax clothing, and the scent of pachouli. What I found was a traditional New England church.

I entered the sanctuary alone, and looked around at what I can only describe as a traditional New England Protestant church. High ceilings, tall windows, elaborate moldings, classic pews, and soft organ music welcoming us to worship. Minimalistic decorations (no statues, stained glass, etc). There was a choir, a pulpit, balconies, and parishioners who were not dressed as the hippies I imagined, and quite a few singles like me.

The format of the service was very familiar to me. The church bulletin, white, with a pen and ink sketch of the church on the cover, announces upcoming community events, thanks the hosts of the coffee hour, and recognizes the family member of whom the flowers are in memory. The format of the service looked familiar, too. We opened with welcome and announcements, we listened to a hymn, heard opening words and repeated in unison, the prayer that accompanied a chalice lighting, "
We gather this hour as people of faith
With joys and sorrows, gifts and needs.
We light this beacon of hope,
Sign of our quest
For truth and meaning,
In celebration of the life we share together.

Then a patriotic hymn. I belted it out. (Sing as if nobody is listening?), Followed by another unison prayer:
Love is the doctrine of this church,
The quest of truth is its sacrament,
and service is its prayer.
To dwell together in peace,
To seek knowledge in freedom,
To serve mankind in fellowship,
To the end that all souls shall grow into harmony with the Divine-
Thus do we covenant with each other and with God.

I liked this. I pondered the prayer, and then its applications to my life. I wondered what differentiated this church from so many others. I flipped over my program to read the answer. It was spelled out in detail on the back of my Sunday bulletin.
Historical Affirmations of our Unitarian Universalist Faith. (Talk about ask and ye shall receive... I was stunned.).. and also about to be educated. It read:
1.That God is a Unity as opposed to a Trinity (sure, I see it as an all encompassing force, but a Unity.. ok)
2. That all human beings can hope for salvation (even middle aged divorcees?)
3. That there is in each human person a spark of the divine. ( absolutely... even the rude ones..)
4. That relevant and meaningful statements of belief are personal statements. (Wow, did I stumble upon one and done? This fits me to a T)
5. That truth grows and changes
6. That people should be free to judge whether or not to accept the pronouncements of the church. (totally)
7. That a broadly inclusive tolerance in religion is preferable to an enforced uniformity. (Rock on!)
8. That religious assertions must be reasonable if they are to be accepted as valid. (subjective..what is reasonable?)
9. That doubt can help to winnow truth from untruth. (honestly I had to look up "winnow".. it means to free (grain) from the lighter particles of chaff, dirt, etc., especially by throwing it into the air and allowing the wind or a forced current of air to blow away impurities.)
10. That a person must develop a trusting reliance on him/herself and his/her own capacity to make sensible life improving choices. (still in progress)
11. That religion ought to be concerned primarily with this life. (I am not sure what this one means... is religion over when we die? The jury is out..)
12. That answers to questions, solutions to problems and comfort from discomfort- to have any real or lasting effect-must come from the person, not from the outside. (That is 100% true! Easier said than done, but true!)
13. That God is in the world, not outside the world. (Isn't God everywhere... including other worlds, infinity and beyond, and all that stuff?)
14. That suffering is part of Life, not punishment for a way of living. (Still all changeable from within. How much we suffer is our own decision. )
15. That religious literature gives symbolic, rather than literal, truth. (YES, that is for me. I believe in symbols and messages, rather than absolute truths)
16. That religion ought not to involve only ritual, but also reflection and action for goodness. (this statement brings me peace, and reminds me why I am on this quest.)

So the sermon began, and it was a perfectly appropriate parallel between life and the seasons of the crops. I particularly liked this, as I was beginning this spiritual journey. "A time to plant" was the name of the sermon, and I felt it speak to me. I am planting roots for my own future. Some of my garden needs replanting. My garden had many hearty plants from seeds I planted earlier in my life, but some of them were suffocating other plantings. I weeded, thinned, and tilled. I, too, am ready to plant. To grow, to offer my fruits.

Fast forward to the drinking portion of the Eat, Pray, Drink blog. I had lofty goals here as well.. discovering local pubs, tagging them in my blog. The first day of my church commitment, I was invited to play laser tag with friends and their kids, after which, we went out to a nearby Chilis, where I had a margarita and a rather fattening appetizer. Maybe not the culinary direction I had in mind for this journey, but as I looked around the table, and thought about planting my garden, I realized that I have friends. Friends who will water and nourish my seeds, and friends who will stand by me as I grow my new garden. This is where I will begin.

Friday, April 15, 2011

My Journey into Religion; Divorce, Enlightenment, and other fun stuff..



It is my intention to start going to church. I don't know what church it is going to be. What I do know is that I am on a spiritual journey, and I am looking forward to attending a different church each week and blogging about it, after, of course, I grab a Sunday afternoon beer or glass of wine, and eat a nice meal.

Almost three years ago, I had a strange experience happen to me on the beach one beautiful moment. I think I saw God. It was in that moment, and I describe it in detail in my other blog "energy attracts", that all things I had come to understand.. science, nature, our connectivity to each other and the world around us came together in this instant. There were more coincidences in that moment, but suffice it to say, I suddenly became aware that this connectivity, this very thing that I was connected with, and held inside me, was God......and it was ok to call it God.


I choose the word God because it is familiar to me, but often switch it out to say, Spirit, Energy, Great Force, because sometimes the word, God, conjures up childhood images and beliefs. As a child in Sunday school class, where we colored pictures of shepherds, and humanized God to look a little bit like Santa Claus. I had doubts. I knew that if there was a God, he didn't make things happen, like natural disasters. I never believed that God was an angry or jealous God, I didn't believe that it was necessarily a "he", and did I believe that Jesus was the son of God, or the Spirit, or was he highly evolved, a born leader of his time; a man? And what about science? What about other religions? What about reincarnation? Superstitions? the law of attraction? I didn't know. I wasn't even sure if there was a God.. I mean.. my parents, after all, turned out to be Santa. (literally, although I will save that story for another day, but my dad actually does play Santa for charities at Christmas.. sorry, I digress)

So, very long story short, I saw God. Or Spirit, or Great Force, or whatever, and gained a sense of peace and inner joy. I felt that I understood the energetic connectivity among all living things. Then I got divorced. Although I could get into the details of this, and talk for hours, I will not. I will say that it was a careful, heartbreaking decision, that broke both of our hearts, and left us each on a different path. A path I am still seeking.

So, God on the back burner, I channeled my inner Bridget Jones, and moved into an apartment by myself. My kids are both in college, and for the first time in my entire life. House. College. Marriage. Boom, boom, boom. I was alone.

As in all things, there is a balance, a Yin and a Yang, and divorce is absolutely one of those things. There are days of freedom. Days I want to throw my hat into the air like Mary Tyler Moore, or live independently like Marlo Thomas, and sing how great it is to be me. My daily motherhood tasks, my cul-de-sac life of dinner parties and socializing are long behind me. I was off of that treadmill. Who was that? I feel free. And there are days of bitter despair, insecurities, loneliness, tears, and depression. (Is it hormones? I am 46..) This roller coaster has brought me to today. Or rather to an idea I had about the exploration of religion.

It is time for me to crawl out of my shell a little, and dip my feet into the life after divorce thing. I have decided to make the appropriate changes to focus me on that path, and thought it would be an absolutely great thing to explore religion. I don't know what kind of religion I am now. I was brought up in the Congregational Church, and my parents were semi-active participants. So, basically, I am a New England WASP, and have the guilt to prove it. I figure I will try them all out. Even if I don't connect with the doctrine, I intend to attend at least one service and be open minded, and pay attention to the people, the rituals, the music, and the communities, and learn about spirituality through the experiences of others. I seek the underlying truth that all religions have in common. I don't know where this will lead, but I am excited to begin my journey.

I loved the book, "Eat, Pray, Love", and truly honor the author, Elizabeth Gilbert. In honoring the book, and Liz's spiritual, humorous, and human journey, (I also can't believe the parallels in our lives), I thought the title, "Eat, Pray, Drink" would be catchy, and show my human side, too.

So my year long journey begins. Gulp. I live in Massachusetts. I will be attending churches within an hour of my home for the next year (as often as I can). (except for the weekend I have planned in Vegas... attending church there ought to be interesting..you will hear about it!) and will blog about my experiences. I will attend churches both alone, and occasionally, with friends and family. I encourage suggestions for day trips around spirituality, natural beauty, and great communities. I also would love recommendations regarding local pubs, and places to explore while spending the day in different communities. I am a yogi, an artist, a photographer, a foodie, and a lover of travel. I encourage responses from readers with ideas for me that coincide with the things I love. My ultimate journey would be to travel abroad to explore cultures, food, and religion there! Someday. Until then, my journey starts close to homel Will I end up finding the perfect fit? Stay tuned.
Next post: My First Sunday