It is March 22, 38 days into Lent. My days in the desert are coming to an end. What better time to talk about miracles than in these last days?
Did I ever tell you that I saw Jesus on the cross? It was in my mind’s eye that I saw him. I felt his ever loving arms surround me. I felt his radiance. I felt his warmth. And I felt lost never more…me, the ever lost shepherd.
I had lost the gift of my third eye for awhile. I became lost again for awhile. But in these days of Lent, I have found it again. I breathed through my center, relaxing and letting everything go. I found myself part of the cosmos. I found the God in me. I found my own divinity.
The world is with me. The world is in me. I have lost my stubbornness, my Chinese stiff neck. I can see in all directions now. I can see from both sides, from up and down – as Joni Mitchell would sing. And yet I still don’t know life at all. It is still a mystery, but I am open to all its miracles.
I do not have to know all the answers. They will reveal themselves one by one. I do not have to be perfect. I can make mistakes. Life is fluid. Nothing stays the same. The universe is forever shifting, like the desert sand.
