Spirit is always reaching out to us. It seems we cannot always hear the call or feel the pull. Whatever the reason.
Last night I was on my short drive to work. The sun has set but a thin ribbon of crimson and fire still shown on the horizon. I made my way toward work, my fourth shift in a row. Traffic was light, temperature was mild, I turn on the radio to an old timey radio show and heard the sound of a choir singing Psalm 50. The voices were ethereal, heavenly, gorgeous. Musical notes hitting the core of my soul issued hence from my truck speakers. I was transported.
I was not in a funk nor was I oblivious to my surroundings. I was in normal mind: paying attention but mostly on the surface. The music dropped me into deep mind. It felt like a veil being pulled back. Like when you clean a window and the sunlight seems so much brighter. Spirit tapped me on the shoulder and pointed to the real world. This world behind the veil, a world a few beats slower than where i was. Spirit is always trying, I think, to get our attention. It can come in the form of a cool breeze on a hot day, a beutiful leaf on the bottom of your shoe, a bird call that stands out from the din of noise, the harmonic sound of choir voices that vibrate the core, a touch of a loved one during a time of stress or sadness, steadiness of a river.
Spirit is always trying to reach us. Each living thing yearns for attention and appreciation. The need for that energy reverberates to our original existence. Spirit is no different. We live our lives often unaware of the world behind the veil, the one that is always still, always beautiful, always connected to all other beings, always accessible if we look, breathe and listen with our feelings. Amen