Love is our Religion

 I Believe in LOVE.

As the wind ignites the chimes on our blue barn I ponder what it means to know creation, the driving force behind all things: Love, Universal consciousness, The Creator, Great Spirit, Atum….GOD….There I said it, the G word. I used to be so triggered by that word; it has taken me a long time to realize that words are only signposts, descriptions for the sake of communication.


I am not religious and was not brought up that way but still I have been completely triggered by that word. I am not ‘one of those people’ I would think to myself. Until I personally had my own experiences with different beautiful religious communities, I used to be so judgmental to all religion, making the vast sweep that they are all the same. I would see myself as almost arrogantly ‘spiritual’ and as I have gone down many roads on this ‘spiritual quest’ you might call it, I have always been a seeker of TRUTH. The only way I know truth is what resonates deep in my heart and soul. There are no words for it, just a knowing.


As Albert Einstein has so eloquently expressed, ‘The most beautiful and profound emotion we can experience is the sensation of the mystical. It is at the root of all true science. That deeply emotional conviction of the presence of a superior reasoning power, which is revealed in the incomprehensible universe, is my idea of God.’ Even Einstein as a scientist is acknowledging a presence of a superior reasoning power in an incomprehensible universe.

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It has nothing to do with religion. This is the place that I reside, in the mystical magical place of the unknowable and unspeakable only felt by my senses, beyond words.

2 thoughts on “Love is our Religion

  1. I LOVE your heart and perspective you two and perhaps if contagious enough it can transform the planet around us but I constantly place myself in the shoes of one living in AIDS torn Africa or oppressive Sharia law countries and wonder if it would look the same there? If you were orphaned at nine and left to care for siblings or stoned to death because of a teenage indiscretion? It doesn’t seem like humanity’s default is perfection other than in North America where we pretty much have everything we could ever want and in the rejection of the excesses of the previous generation we come to a sense of zen or peace or whatever you want to call it. It’s easy for us to be “good” in our prosperity but wonder how much that would transfer if we lived in a more tumultuous environment like the 90% who never come close to living in our extravagance? Just end of day thoughts… Love you guys and look forward to talking more about this as the winter slows us all down.



  2. Once again, thank you for this, and all of your gifts…thank you for allowing me to share in this wee tangle of synchronicity, a knot in the whisp of God’s luminescent beard. Who are we to question what is dark, light, pain, sorrow. Allowing and Grace are my medicine…I don’t begin to try to glean the medicine or needs of others, my life lesson and gift is to allow the mirror of others to speak for them, not always in words. Perhaps our wealth of things in our country is matched by greater gifts elsewhere. Perhaps this why other places are so grieved by our excesses of violence and suffering. In our grasping we seek what we cannot see, and seek to repair what isn’t broken.


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