Motivated By Spirit

In order to remain on this planet I need the body; therefore, I give credence to everything it has to say. As with most earthlings, I tend to listen to my body only when it causes an uproar which interrupts what I am doing; in other words when it hurts. Every once in a while, I remember to give attention to my body aside from the normal feeding, washing and sheltering which are the basic minimum requirements for all human bodies. I maintain this for a few days and it responds with great joy and cooperation. Then, since everything seem to be going well, I lapse into forgetfulness, and my body travel along with the joyfulness for awhile only to erupt again from lack of attention. I am indeed grateful for my body and how it perfectly performs most of the time. It has taken me wherever I wanted to go without protest. The feet hurt only when they are placed in uncomfortable shoes. It demands more rest than is considered normal; but that too is good. I often listen to its need f

There is a  burning bowl service at Unity North Atlanta New Year's Eve every year. This year it fell on a Sunday thus it was during the regular service. A large part of the service was the burning bowl. This is a ceremony where all participants write the life conditions they which to release from their experience on a piece of onion paper and burn it at the front of the church. That morning I awoke with a memory which I have for a long time. It is always tinged with regret. The regret was for not having the courage to stand up for what I wanted at the time. Here’s what happened. I was dating this fine young man, I was young myself. But there were social pressures on the relationship and we agreed to end it. Ha was so loving and kind and caring and never forgot my birthday. On this particular birthday he came by my apartment with flowers like he always did. My brother was taking me and his girlfriend to dinner for my birthday. I was walking out with the flowers in my