It's raining. Slowly and steadily. We need it--it's been a dry two weeks at a time when leaves need water to burgeon. And all I can say is, thank you, God.
Does it depend on what we mean by God? I don't think so. Maybe it depends on Who we mean by God. And the answer that I believe is wired into our souls is, who we mean, is You. That's all I know, and all I need to know.
A You who has a thousand names, but no name comprehends Him/Her/Them. Who is beyond our limited notions of human self. But who envelops us, completely. The Womb of Creation. The Sacred Staff of Life's Longing for Itself. The Luminous Void from which all things arise. If those metaphors speak to you. And if they don't, go out and find the ones that do.
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