Well, Summer for those who consider June 21’st to be ‘MidSummer’, and not the beginning of summer, of which I am one of those. Sharing something I wrote about a year ago.
Being the vessel is not complacency, it is song creation.
The only thing that causes one being to be different from the other is the make-up of the vessel the Nameless passes through. Each human, each animal, each living thing an instrument of the Divine expressing itself.
There are songs that are deep and chocolatey, velvet and darkness. There are sweet melodies of joy and bright greens with cherry blossoms. And there are twisted discords – frightening, grotesque and disturbed.
The Holy songs that come to us through the flora, fauna and foliage are more true to the source. Less corrupted by minds and souls that are shaped by a constant desire to Have More.
This is why avoiding the self-inflicted disconnect through overconsumption, blind consumerism and masks – instead aspiring to live a simple and true life – will nurture a heart that sings in perfect harmony to the universal song of the Divine.
It’s been a year of searching, and I remember a time when I would write it all down for the world to see here on my blog, or one of my other platforms. But putting things out into the general population these days just opens one up for attacks, ridicule and whatever else. I used to get a lot of comfort from writing. I don’t anymore, but the longer I go without writing, the worse I become at it, so I’m just kind of putting this out here.
On one hand I shouldn’t worry, since most people don’t bother with blogs anymore and mostly just watch reels, tiktoks and listen to podcasts. Regardless, blogging doesn’t have that comforting feeling anymore. I don’t feel comfortable writing about my spiritual journey, my worries and triumphs, rather it feels like a place that one uses to just promote something by using a bunch of clickbait type headings and lots of scrolling space in which to instill a million ads.
I actually write in my Journey app/desktop program more often now. It’s not very shareable though. I loved writing in Diaspora but diasp.org shut down, and I didn’t even realize!!! I lost contact with all my fediverse friends and I’m pretty sad about it.
If I feel inspired I’ll write more some other time but sufficient to say:
Still working in retail – the job is kind of lousy, customers can be asses, but my co-workers make it amazing.
My ‘deep dive’ into Judaism lasted five years, but now for reasons too long and numerous to mention here at this time, I’ve gone back to the Anglican church I attended before, and have re-embraced Progressive Christianity, although I’ve learned a lot while on my journey. I’ve even applied with a Franciscan order.
Still with my amazing partner – I’m sure any day now he’ll realize how old and broken I am becoming and want a brighter future, but in the meantime he’s still as loving, supportive and amazing as ever. That might tie into my reasons for returning to the Anglican church – one needs community as they age, or at least I do, and church has community. I never really felt like I fit at our synagogue. I felt like a country bumpkin misfit that rolled up in the old jalopy, even with our brand new car that breaks the bank every month. I’m uneducated, and awkward, and even though people were kind to us, on the odd time we could actually make it into the city on our shitty work schedules, I still felt like I didn’t belong. (story of my life)
Maybe I need a more anonymous writing outlet.
Anyhow, that’s all for now.
In the Wind 